Ring of Fire

It was a dark and dreary night Hardly a star shone bright For the dance of life in the ring of fire And the gypsies brought the light I had come upon them by chance And eyed their spirited prance From behind a tree, secretly Enthralled of their exotic dance A fiddle cried in magic hands Melody remind of ancient Pan As a softly breeze kissed the cheeks Of the twirling gypsy man Their garb glistened in colored choir Raising the music higher The frolic of the night emanated From that mystic ring of fire Dance, O gypsy, spark my eve Allow my thoughts to never tire Of the watch from behind my tree near that enchanting ring of fire