Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow. They
Ridin' on a Greyhound, countin' those white lines Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, my its took its
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door They came brave and boldly-o One sang high and the other sang low And the lady sang the raggle taggle
When the sun breaks through the clouds That's when you'll see me appear I've been watching you for a million years I'll be watching you for a million
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little Gospel,
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
This magic winter night I see a light Again I hear that tune, some sort of croon Oh no no no, oh my brain I see them gypsy waggons left in the Snow Oh
Gypsy woman calls me Caution leads the way Words or endless stories Reads from a book of night and day Crystals in her gaze Shows me of a place inside
In days of old, when knights were bold and journeyed from their castles Trusty men were left behind, knights needed not the hassles They helped themselves
Watched the universe at the end of another day Fatalistic ships from a distant shore In the back of my mind I could see she was standing there Like the
Freeway signs and faded blacktop Backstage doors and parkin' lots That's the world I mostly see Starin' out of a wide window A thousand miles away from
In a quaint caravan There's a lady they call, 'The Gypsy' She can look in the future And drive away all your fears Everything will come right If you?ll
[Sinner] I gave her my palm Though first I didn't want to She was so young She's got the magic touch Her crystal ball told her all She saw my secret
I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey F'son My daddy used to holler and the fella he'd run Brother did whatever he could Drank a jar of Jasper's Bag a
She's a dancer, a hot night heaven romancer Her piece of mind is very thin She can't stand the shape that she's in Time killer, a fool for your money
Moving on, no abode Through the day and night, bridle road Turning from the thirsty day Time is right to slip away Cigano, it?s a road to anywhere Little
So I'm back, to the velvet underground Back to the floor, that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy, that I was To the
I wake up weeping from my sleeping den Oh, I wanna fall asleep again But the memory of her burning skin Uummhh, keeps me yearning You know I?m yearning