Brent Corr
The gypsy ran away To an island in the south My love, sweet love With berries in his mouth Somewhere in the wind He smells a sweet perfume My love, sweet love Whistling a tune do do.................... The gypsy boy said you own my heart You hold it in your loving hand And you carry it beside you In your sweet and lonesome way And it is all that I can do To make it through do do..................... Notes upon the strings So lovely while he sings His song, his song If only I had wings I would fly away To you high gathering My love sweet love Love to hear you play do do