Uploaded January 2022 | Updated September 2026, 4 hours ago
Before Marc Bolan donned his glitter and became the glam rock legend of T Rex, his earlier work in the late 60's was much more psychedelic folk rock as Tyrannosaurus Rex, and more to my taste.
This relatively obscure track is one of my favourite's, The lyrics are wonderful!
.When my hubby was at university in London, he would regularly see Marc Bolan in a pub, unknown then, and sat barefoot on a bar stool singing and playing the bongos:) Those were the days!
Gypsy Girl, oh twisty pearl
Sat upon the stoney pale mare
Beltane Eve, by the fires you grieve
With your deep Babylonian hair
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl
Gypsy girl, oh twisty girl
Your hands are dangled with flowers
Tangled torn, so stately born
For a throne in the (hill) halls of Ireland
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl
Fools have said the hills are dead
But her nose is a rose of the Shee
A silver sword by an ancient ford
Was my gift from this child of the trees......
Before Marc Bolan donned his glitter and became the glam rock legend of T Rex, his earlier work in the late 60's was much more psychedelic folk rock as Tyrannosaurus Rex, and more to my taste.
This relatively obscure track is one of my favourite's, The lyrics are wonderful!
.When my hubby was at university in London, he would regularly see Marc Bolan in a pub, unknown then, and sat barefoot on a bar stool singing and playing the bongos:) Those were the days!
Gypsy Girl, oh twisty pearl
Sat upon the stoney pale mare
Beltane Eve, by the fires you grieve
With your deep Babylonian hair
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl
Gypsy girl, oh twisty girl
Your hands are dangled with flowers
Tangled torn, so stately born
For a throne in the (hill) halls of Ireland
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl
Fools have said the hills are dead
But her nose is a rose of the Shee
A silver sword by an ancient ford
Was my gift from this child of the trees......










