I was but 13 when the travelers were seen Down Gypsy Lane from RomanyFrom the castle streets I hid behind the treesCareful to see they don't see me And I dreamed a dreamAnd I dreamed a dream That I could go where the gypsies goKnow what the gypsies know Follow the gypsy roadMaybe to the sea They're just dirty, dirty peopleWho live too close together And camp by the gravel pits every summerBut I watched them from the treetops As they moved across the riverIn their old dusty caravans forever And I dreamed a dreamAnd I dreamed a dream That I could go where the gypsies goKnow what the gypsies know Follow the gypsy roadMaybe to the seaBut that was so long ago And where they went to I don't knowAnd we don't live by the gravel pits anymore But although we've moved homeThe gypsies still come and go But it's not to me like a mystery anymoreI still dream a dream I still dream a dreamThat I could go where the gypsies go Know what the gypsies knowFollow the gypsy road Maybe to the seaGo where the gypsies go Know what the gypsies know