Sister Gypsy
Blackmore's Night · Other Songs - Blackmore's Night
Like a gypsy girl should,
And she laughed in the face of the fire
Under the black velvet skies
With the moon in her eyes,
Head held high, tambourine held higher.
And she laughed at the fools
Who played by the rules
And she wondered just what would have been,
If she set them all free
Into her fantasy.
Free to dance through the woods again.
A dangerous game
To know her name,
She was wild, she was free
She was calling to me,
Sister Gypsy we're one and the same.
And she danced through the trees
For those who believed
She she was one with the earth and the sky,
In a moment she's gone
But her memory lives on
Like a shooting star through the night.
A dangerous game
To know her name,
She was wild, she was free
She was calling to me,
Sister Gypsy we're one and the same
I can see her in you
Kindred spirits are few,
When you find one you hold on for good,
And if you lose your way
If you path goes astray,
She will lead you back to the wood.
A dangerous game
To know her name,
She was wild, she was free
She was calling to me,
Sister Gypsy we're one and the same.
She was wild, she was free
She was calling to me
Sister Gypsy we're one and the same..
Sister Gypsy
Sister Gypsy stands as a distinctive song in the discography of Blackmore's Night, the duo formed by guitarist Ritchie Blackmore and vocalist Candice Night. Blending medieval folk with rock influences, the pair crafted a sound that often explores historical narratives and romantic themes. This particular recording captures their signature acoustic texture, weaving intricate guitar work with ethereal vocals to create an atmospheric listening experience. While the song exists within their broader catalogue of genre-defying work, it exemplifies the band's ability to merge traditional instrumentation with modern sensibilities. The track contributes to their reputation for creating immersive soundscapes that invite listeners into a world of storytelling and melodic exploration, maintaining the high standards of their celebrated body of work.