The gypsie 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~
shistling a tune
Do~ do~ do~ do~
hey~ yeah~
The gypsie boy
said you own
My heart
you hold it in
In your loving hand
and you carry beside
You in your
sweet and lonesome
Way yeah~
and it is aoo
That I can do
do make it through
Do~ do~ yeah~
do~ hey~ do~
Notes upon
the strings
So lovely
while he sings
His song his song
if only I had wings~
I would fly away
to a highland
Gathering
my love sweet love
I love to hear
you play
Do~ do~ do~ do~
hey~ yeah~
Do~ hey~ um~
do~ do~ hey~
Do~ hey~ ah~
do~ do~ do~