I still recall the place
When I first felt your gypsy wind playing on my face
That summer's long since gone
But gypsy winds have ways of staying on

Voices from our past
Still insist on arguing that love will never last
Though our hearts may turn
It's only when you listen that you learn

And I wonder at the ways
The strands of love meander through our close and distant days
The blood of passion plays
Burns our thirsty souls and chases reason far away, far away

Still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me back again

Growing wise with age
We come to see the printing through the pictures on the page
And something's always lost
The gain is always tempered by the cost

And I wonder at the ways
The strands of love meander through our close and distant days
The blood of passion plays
Burns our thirsty souls and chases reason far away, far away

And still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me back again 
And still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me back again