In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call the gypsy
She will look in your future
And drive away all your fears.
Everything will come right
If you only believe the gypsy
She could tell at the 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 someday.
Spoken:
She looked in my hand and told me
That my baby would always be true
But deep down in my heart I knew, dear
That 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 someday.