Gypsy Eyes

Paper pockets was my pastel

And from marching maps my finger nails

I scratching for a brave

That’s not been wrong yet

That’s not been wrong yet

'Cause I was a child with fits of fury

I was a child with fits of fury

And I didn’t love my god less

And I didn’t need my full skirt

Oh, I didn’t love my god less

And I didn’t need my full skirt

To beg green gypsy eyes

To beg green gypsy eyes

But I’ve seen you in narrow streets

I’ve turned some rocky ground

So I prune my trees back

For a stand tall garden

And I’ve counted some closets

So I, counted some closets

But now I'll knock my

Now I'll knock my

Sorrow shadows

I'll knock my sorrow, shadows

'Cause I was a child with fits of fury

Oh, I was a child with fits of fury

And I didn’t love my god bless

And I didn’t need my full skirt

Oh, I didn’t love my god bless

And I didn’t need my full skirt

To beg green gypsy eyes

To beg green gypsy eyes

Do you see this holy, holy spirit

Round my neck

Do you see I wear

This holy spirit round my neck

But it’s for my sister swallow

So play me pardon

Father son

Play me pardon

Father son

Father son

Father son

'Cause I was a child with fits of fury

Oh, I was a child with fits of fury

And I didn’t love my god bless

And I didn’t need my full skirt

Oh, I didn’t love my god bless

And I didn’t need my full skirt

To beg green gypsy eyes

To beg green gypsy eyes

To beg green gypsy eyes