Going to the gypsy fair I'm gonna find some freedom there I wanna dance 'til I don't care At the gypsy fair, at the gypsy fair Are coffee stains the
a whistle 'cause he just doesn't care My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor Kings and queens them all knocked on his door Beggars and liars, gypsies
My name is Jan the gypsy I travel the land There are no chains about me I am, me own man I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise
Told proud George to call the gunner Scooter Ruby'll put him under Solo Jack and gypsy Jade Runnin' through the everglades Tryin' to catch that high plain Get 'em touch of fair
And the gypsy's as young as he's fair And the evening brought on laughter And jars of bright red wine And the gypsy drank some and the gypsy had fun
learn to love again ? I lived my life like a swallow I arrived here with the springtime All the little streets I'd follow All the gypsy song were mine
if I wasn't speaking to you Jay said you gotta learn just to live with regrets But what happens when regrets is all you got left? Cause you never got a fair
Black iron steam engine covered in ice Like some Cambrian monster Moaning and snorting Nothing was ever going to beat that beast In a fair fight I've
scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic We make music from used up junk and bad luck dreams Liars and losers Emus and aardvarks Gypsies
Gypsy in my blood And I lie where the myth is sold Cross my palm with silver And I'll give you my heart of gold Steal away my crystal ball And bring
Grandaddy look at the gypsies dancing in the firelight Burning so brightly How do they keep themselves warm on such a night? See all the fiddlers twirling
Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972) My name is Jan the gypsy I travel the land. There are no chains about me I am me own man. I can tell a fair
You've got, got to beware Yeah, yeah, yeah I hope you'll take heed And prepare for all I've said You've had fair warnin' Gypsy Queen lies ahead This
the Gypsy Davey And sing with the Gypsy Davey The song of the Gypsy Dave? Yes I've forsaken my husband dear To go with the Gypsy Davey And I've forsaken
won't be like the others Gold-hearted Lady, halfhearted maybe Gold-hearted Lady, they'll never Understand why you needed their love Gold-hearted Lady, the gypsy
Circus-boy run-away steely-eyed gypsy Seems to be adjusted to the clatter of the fair He says, "Watch your step" as he tears two tickets briskly Watches
in sharp shooter poses The laughter of the lovers on the rickety stairs The rumble of the diesel and the sounds of the fair An old gypsy lady in soft
your gypsy heart Gypsy heart the wind that blows so far across the sea Most of you will come along there's pretty things to see In Ireland there are fair
