just sit here and brood amongst a lethal combination kind of midnight mood sedation I miss you but that's another kind of silence sittin' by the fire stare into the flames
If I had you, we'd run like gypsies in the wind We'd be lovers and we'd be friends, if I had you If I had you, we'd count the stars all one by one We'
hips down Gypsy, wasted from the hips down Gypsy, wasted from the hips down Gypsy, wasted from the hips down Gypsy, wasted from the hips down Gypsy, wasted from the hips down Gypsy
Oh, gypsy man the river has seen our lost melodies With their notes so warm, moon banjo down a river in the breeze He was singin? catfish blues, split
paint a picture on the surface of your mind I got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymes Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy Gravel
Never kiss the way that he kissed me Never love the way that he loved me How can I dance now? Never knew the heat of desire Never knew the flames could
Don't regret what you did to live Don't forget that you must forgive To risk everything Through the window you see the storm That is gathering Painted gypsies
skull And it's nothing short of ferocious but I swallowed the dosage I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle And my candle is a flame that burns to
me A gypsy driftin' down the road Buses, trucks and lit up stages Angel faces with no names Stadium of savin' graces Stand and singing with a flame
Hold on, the restless and the gypsies Falling down from the stairways of doom Running wild, escaping from the devil Hearing screams in the night (Half
the way The path that twists around the gypsy waves Oh, it can slip right through your hands When you list your demands Ooh, the price you pay Walking in the flames
your gypsy heart Your gypsy heart Anya, Anya The spirit of freedom Anya, Anya Anya Your jewel flashing Across the dark Forbidding distance I love your gypsy heart Your gypsy
Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty The broken rose with laughin' eyes You're a mystery, always runnin' wild Like a child without a home You're always searching
Gypsy, sittin', lookin' pretty The broken rose with laughin' eyes You're a mystery, always runnin' wild Like a child without a home You're always searching
SECO SINGERS WRITER BOB DYLAN Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming, Your flaming feet
IF I HAD YOU Writers Kerry Chater, Danny Mayo If I had you we'd run like gypsies in the wind If I had you we'd count the stars all one by one If I had
was free as a gypsy A creature too wild to tame Then suddenly I saw Marguerita And I was caught like a moth in the flame Marguerita is her name Marguerita
verse 1: float into the flame like a river bo gypsy! gather 'round the river cause I'm gonna set you all free do what I'll say and you'll have all the