I've a wound deep in my heart
I've suffered, I've suffered.
I said it was nothing, but I lied,
I cried, I cried.
For you, it's too late, now it's night,
don't hold me up, let me down.
She told me, "Don't look me in the eye,"
And left me, singing like this:
How's it my fault,
if the heart is a Gipsy and goes?
It doesn't have chains,
the heart is a Gipsy and goes...
Until it finds
the greenest pasture there is,
it'll gather the stars to itself
and it'll stop, perhaps...
and it'll stop.
I saw her, after a year, the other evening,
she laughed, she laughed.
She hugged me tightly and knew that my heart
beat, beat.
She said "Lets stay together this evening"
How I wanted to say, "Yes!"
But without looking her in the eye,
I left her, singing like this:
How's it my fault,
if the heart is a Gipsy and goes?
It doesn't have chains,
the heart is a Gipsy and goes...
Until it finds
the greenest pasture there is,
it'll gather the stars to itself
and it'll stop, perhaps...
and it'll stop.
La, la, la...