Gypsy

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the Gypsy

She can look in your future and drive away all your cares

Everything will come right if you only believe the Gypsy

She could tell at a glance my heart was so full of tears

She looked at my hand and told me my lover was always true

And yet in my heart I knew dear somebody else was kissing you

Still I'll go there again cause I want to believe the Gypsy

That my lover is true and will come back to me some day

She looked at my hand