Cry Of The Gypsy lyrics

He lives in a caravan outside of the town.

All the people call him Gypsy Rover,

say he's got a restless soul,

you can't make him stay.

Ridin' free is what he needs all over.

Easy Rider playing 

with the wind in his hair,

no responsibility, 

running free without a care.

The cry of a gypsy,

spirit in the wind,

crying in the breeze,

restless till the end.

The cry of a gypsy

always on the run,

you'll fall in love with him,

tomorrow he'll be gone.

He plays gypsy music 

in the streets downtown,

keeps you rock 'n' rollin', 

keeps you swingin'.

Gypsy fever'll kick you out, 

will tie you down,

man'll be free

that keeps you singin'.

Easy Rider playing 

with the wind in his hair,

no responsibility, 

running free without a care.

The cry of a gypsy,

spirit in the wind,

crying in the breeze,

restless till the end.

The cry of a gypsy

always on the run,

you'll fall in love with him,

tomorrow he'll be gone.

Day to day, 

he's living in his caravan.

He will never care 

about tomorrow.

Always easy, never troubles,

no regret,

dreaming through his life 

without a sorrow.

Easy Rider playing 

with the wind in his hair,

no responsibility, 

running free without a care.

The cry of a gypsy,

spirit in the wind,

crying in the breeze,

restless till the end.

The cry of a gypsy

always on the run,

you'll fall in love with him,

tomorrow he'll be gone.

The cry of a gypsy,

spirit in the wind,

crying in the breeze,

restless till the end.

The cry of a gypsy

always on the run,

you'll fall in love with him,

tomorrow he'll be gone.

(He'll be gone)