Chapman-Whitney Oh, girl at the window You stand in the moonlight Your eyes hit the starlight and shine, mmm. Say what you want to Just mean what you're saying As I stand 'neath your window tonight, mmm. Ah, your sister, she's a mover Likes to know things, likes to do things And beneath it, oh, there's an artist And she move me, well, she move me. And your brother, he's a thinker He don't know it but he's waiting For the day that he can do it Oh, and he move me. Stay where you are Now don't you, now don't you turn around, don't put me down so soon Ah, hey there, there you are Don't spoil the view I have of you up there. Kingfisher blue You're coming through so lonely as you stare from your window Stark eyes they whisper, ypsy moon hits you. (Gypsy moon) gypsy moon (Gypsy moon) (Gypsy moon) gypsy moon (Gypsy moon) (Gypsy moon) ... And your mother, she's a raven Such a lady As she walk by on the pavement Said she move me (move me) oh, move me (move me). Oh, but your father, he don't know me Well, he knows me but he's suspicious He just sees me on the pavement But he moves me (but he moves me) And you move me too (move me). (Gypsy moon) gypsy moon (Gypsy moon) (Gypsy moon) gypsy moon.