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My gypsy rides from coast to coast

With open arms at every crossroad

Without a name and full of desire

All she needs is a blanket on where to lie

Give her a moon and stars

And away she flies



If you find her never let her go

Her heart is as good as gold

Lonely spirits are drawn to my lady

Like a sweet harp or violin,

You'll be hers to play



If you see my gypsy

Tell her I await her pleasure

Here in the dark at home

Whisper in her ear and tell her

I don't want to die alone.