beds of straw strong arms fade What are the words of the gypsy lament Carnival, not hunted by the land Sing of no surrender Saw a fiddle cracked in a
Well, I ran through the river of pride and shame I didn't even know the game, ooh So frame a portrait of the way The path that twists around the gypsy
a tale that somewhere That a dude had a real go at me So like a rat race cowboy I slipped into the human zoo Headed down some trouble Got myself a drink
my sail Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades I'll taste a taste
For it's dark and evil, so they say The midnight well They'll tell you a tale of a lovely young maid The fairest that they'd ever known What a beauty
're gonna be in bloom up in Annandale I can't stand her doing what she did before Living like a Gypsy queen in a fairy tale Well I hear the whistle but
be there - How? - Hush, and Clopin will tell you It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster. Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks
beneath the hill? Are you still a Russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer to anyone who'll listen is that a story you tell? You live a life of fantasy
And they'll come crashing though the wall And leave you crawling till the minute you die Pour yourself a drink or three And maybe we'll think clearer for a
my fate in the lines of my hands When I was a child in Provence Barefoot in the hills I dance once But the gypsy road is long The road's so long
gypsy tunes And share the secrets of the moon So soon you find a wife And though she sees your dreams go poorly Still she joins your story of a life Story of a
a thread A spark of life brought down from an Angel To raise the stranger from the dead Once more we're cheating on The Reaper With all the gypsy, still
well A mystic's myth or fable, truth or fairy tale A raggle taggle gypsy , with a toothless smile Said "Sit with me my darling, let's talk a little while
her well A mystic's myth or fable, truth or fairy tale A [Incomprehensible] gypsy, with a toothless smile Said, "Sit with me my darling, let's talk a
so many ways that the story is told There's a room with no bed in the heart of the ghetto Where the rags and words lie still There's a room with a chair
a thread A spark of life brought down from an angel To raise the stranger from the dead Once more we're cheating on the reaper With all the gypsy in
the tealeaves and the tarots Asked the gypsy what she sees in the palm of our hands, oh, yeah She saw a mountain and wild deer running A crazy kid becoming a
to be there - How? - Hush, and Clopin will tell you It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster. Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks
