In a quaint caravan

There's a lady they call The Gypsy

She can look in the future

And drive away all your fears

Everything will come right

If you only believe The Gypsy

She could tell at a glance

That 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

But 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



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