Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold to its heat
Your temperature too hot for taming
Your flaming feet burn up the street
I am homeless, come and take me
Into reach of you rattling drums
Let me know, babe, about me fortune
Down along my restless palms

Gypsy gal you got me swallowed
I have fallem far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing
An' your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come an' make my
Pale face fit into place, ah please
Let me know babe, I got to know, babe
If it's you my lifelines trace

I've been wond'rin all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
You have slayed me, you have made me
I got to laugh half ways off my heels
I got to know babe, will i be touching you
So I can tell if I'm really real
The Spirit of East Harlem," a 1979 mural at 104th St., known locally as Mural Row.- The New York Times
"Puerto Ricnans who have pioneered to El Barrio wonder what will become of the adopted beloved homeland"- New York Times
A mural by the prolific James de la Vega. "I have a love-hate relationship for this place." he says- The New York Times
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