Rory Block Gypsy Boy
The gypsy ran away
To an island in the south
My love, sweet love
With berries in his mouth
Somewhere in the wind
He smells a sweet perfume
My love, sweet love
Whistling a tune
do do....................
The gypsy boy said you own my heart
You hold it in your loving hand
And you carry it beside you
In your sweet and lonesome way
And it is all that I can do
To make it through
do do.....................
Notes upon the strings
So lovely while he sings
His song, his song
If only I had wings
I would fly away
To you high gathering
My love sweet love
Love to hear you play
do do.....................
