I was but 13 when the travelers were seen Down Gypsy Lane from Romany
From the castle streets I hid behind the trees
Careful to see they don't see me And I dreamed a dream
And I dreamed a dream That I could go where the gypsies go
Know what the gypsies know Follow the gypsy road
Maybe to the sea They're just dirty, dirty people
Who live too close together And camp by the gravel pits every summer
But I watched them from the treetops As they moved across the river
In their old dusty caravans forever And I dreamed a dream
And I dreamed a dream That I could go where the gypsies go
Know what the gypsies know Follow the gypsy road
Maybe to the sea
But that was so long ago And where they went to I don't know
And we don't live by the gravel pits anymore But although we've moved home
The gypsies still come and go But it's not to me like a mystery anymore
I still dream a dream I still dream a dream
That I could go where the gypsies go Know what the gypsies know
Follow the gypsy road Maybe to the sea
Go where the gypsies go Know what the gypsies know