In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the gypsy.She can look in the future and dry away all your tears.Everything will be right if you only believe the gypsy.You could tell at a glance that my heart was so full of fear.She looked at my hand and told me that my lover was always true.But deep in my heart I knew, dear, somebody else was kissing you.But I'll go there again because I want to be the gypsy.That my lover is true and will come back to me someday.She looked at my hand and told me that my lover was always true.She looked at my hand and told me that my lover was always true.But deep in my heart I knew, dear, somebody else was kissing you.But I'll go there again because I want to be the gypsy.That my lover is true and will come back to me someday.That my lover is true and will come back to me someday.