The Enchanted Gypsy

A day once dawned
As sleepers yawned
A day of leaves so green

That a man rode high
In the tinkers sky
And begged me to go running
And follow the path of the gypsy

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady
And the people in the town

They would not look round
To see me go running
On the trail of the enchanted gypsy

I passed the glade
And took me a shade
Beneath an oak so twisty

And a vision I saw
As the crow did craw
No more did I go searching
One the trail of the enchanted gypsy

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady
And the people in the town

They would not look round
To see me go running
On the trail of the enchanted gypsy

His caravan
Was painted by hand
Thats touched every pebble in the ocean

And the pictures there
They move in thin air
There forever telling
The tails of the enchanted gypsy

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady
And the people in the town

They would not look round
To see me go running
For to follow the path of the gypsy