The Gypsy And The Rose

Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose

I was led on I suppose

For the Gypsy was always out of reach.

I crossed her palm with silver just to know

What the future had to hold

But she only turned her back on me.

The Gypsy said no man could make her stay

I followed anyway, living only day to day

I left the rose as quiet as the night

Whatever she felt then, she kept inside.

Ah, the years they seemed to change my Gypsy's soul

She grew weary of the road

Looking ‘round for a better way to live.

She traded in her caravan for gold

Pretty things to have and hold

Always wanting more than I could give.

Came the day I just had to go

She screamed: ‘I should have known but I never thought I'd fall’

I said: ‘You're the one who had the crystal ball’

‘Perhaps you never saw me there at all’.

Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose

It was Romany I chose

I was only caught up in a dream.

If you see someone wearing Gypsy clothes

Be wary of the pose

For she may not be all that she seems.

The Rose moved on, she left here long ago

For where, nobody knows just to find another life

I think about her sometimes in the night

I never knew the red rose from the white.

Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose.

I was torn between the Gypsy and the Rose.