Gypsy woman, hold my hand
As the sun comes over your land
Reading, feeling the palm of my hand
You made this boy become a man
The omen woman made this boy
Put my trust on to her door
A tambourine and crystal ball
You made my eyes foresee it all
Shake your tambourine!
Take one diamond in your skin
And you took my mind instead
Gypsy gypsy, hold my hand
As the sun comes over your land
Hey gyp, move across the country
Hey gyp, believe your palm
Hey gyp, I seem to be another
Hey gyp, I'll see you next fall
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