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 [ fiddle ] She looked at my hand...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
