Gypsy

In a quaint caravan

There's a lady they call the gypsy

She can look in the future

And dry away all your tears.



Everything will come right

If you'll only believe the gypsy

You could tell at a glance

That my heart was so full of fears.



She looked at my hand and told me

That my lover was always true

But deep in my heart I knew, dear

Somebody else was kissing you.



But I'll go there again

'Cause I want to believe the gypsy

That my lover is true

And will come back to me someday.



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She looked at my hand and told me

That my lover was always true

But deep in my heart I knew, dear

Somebody else was kissing you



But I'll go there again

'Cause I want to believe the gypsy

That my lover is true

And will come back to me someday.



That my lover is true

And will come back to me someday...