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There lives, a mystic woman
On a hill, High above the sea
As she gives me, honey biscuits
And peaches, from her tree

I cut her winter firewood
While she plants a garden spring
But the gypsy road is calling
And I can hear it sing

The gypsy road is calling
It should let me be
It should haunt somebody else
But it keeps on haunting me

We had our summer loving
And now our seasons, have all gone
The gypsy road keeps calling
But there's only room for one

She doesn't really know me
Although she thinks she can
She doesn't know, that even though
I love her, I'm a man
A man who won't stay subtle
I'm a man who hears the call
One thing I know, when I go
I won't look back at all

'Cause the gypsy road is calling
And it won't let me be
It should haunt somebody else
But it keeps on haunting me

We had our summer loving
But now our seasons, have all gone
And the gypsy road keeps calling
And there's only room for one
Yeah the gypsy road is calling
And there's only room for one

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