Necklaces, bracelets, rings and things,
I jingle, jangle in the breeze.
Silver and crystal, antique and new,
ruby red to a bright topaz blue.
A wandering gypsy of previous life,
maybe a princess or a kings wife.
I wear my trinkets, they sing as I sway,
hear me coming and going away.
2 thoughts on “Jingle, Jangle ”
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you, Bob Dylan
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