Donovan Leitch

The Enchanted Gypsy



A day once dawned, 

As sleepers yawned

A day of leaves so green-i-o

That a man rode high

In the tinker's sky

And begged me to go running-o

And follow the path of the Gypsy-o 



Seaweed clings to ruby rings

On the fingers of my lady-o

And the people in the town

They would not look round

To see me go running-o

On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o



I passed the glade 

And took me a shade

Beneath an oak so twisty-o

And a vision I saw

As the crow did craw 

No more did I go searching-o

One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o



Seaweed clings to ruby rings

On the fingers of my lady-o

And the people in the town

They would not look round

To see me go running-o

On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o



His caravan 

Was painted by hand

That's touched every pebble in the ocean-o

And the pictures there

They move in thin air

There forever telling-o

The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o



Seaweed clings to ruby rings

On the fingers of my lady-o

And the people in the town

They would not look round

To see me go running-o

For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o



(La la la la la la la la x6)