GYPSY ROADS

i was but thirteen, when the travellers were seen
down gypsy lane from romany
and i ran from castle street and i hid behind the trees
careful to see they don't see me

and i dreamed a dream
dream dream that i could
go where the gypsies go
know what the gypsies know
follow the gypsy roads maybe to the sea

they say they're dirty dirty people and they live too close together
and camp down by the gravel pits every summer
but i watched them from the treetops as they moved across the river
in their old rusty caravans forever

and i dreamed a dream

dream dream that i could
go where the gypsies go
know what the gypsies know
follow the gypsy roads maybe to the sea

oh but that was so long ago and where they went to i don't know
and we don't live by the gravel pits anymore but although we've moved home the gypsies still come and go
but it's not to me like a mystery any more

i still dream a dream
dream dream that i could
go where the gypsies go
know what the gypsies know
follow the gypsy roads maybe to the sea

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