Once upon a time,
many years ago,
lived a fair princess
hating to confess loneliness was
torturing her soul.
Then a gypsy came,
called to her by name,
wooed her with a
song sensuous an d strong.
All the summer long her passion
seemed to tremble like a living flame.
Play to me beneath
the summer moon,
Sigourney, Sigourney, Sigourney.
All I ask of life is just to listen to the
songs that you sing,
My spirit like a bird on the wing,
Your melodies adoring, soaring.
Call to me with some
barbaric tune,
Sigoyna, Sigoyn a, Sigoyna.
Now you hold me in your power,
Play to me for just an hour, Sigoyna.
Bid my weeping cease,
melody that brings
Merciful release,
promises of peace
through the gentle throbbing
of the strings
Music of the plain, music of the wild
Hear me not in vain,
soothe a heart in pain
Come to me again
and let me to my happiness
reconciled.
Play to me beneath the summer moon,
Segoina, Segoina, Segoina.
All I ask of life is just to
listen to the songs that you sing,
my spirit like a bird on the wing,
your melodies adoring,
thawing.
Call to me with some barbaric
tune.
Segoina, Segoina, Segoina.
Now you hold me in your park,
play to me for just an
hour.
They're gone now.