A day once dawned, As sleepers yawned A day of leaves so green-i-o That a man rode high In the tinker’s sky And begged me to go running-o And follow the path of the Gypsy-o
Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o
I passed the glade And took me a shade Beneath an oak so twisty-o And a vision I saw As the crow did craw No more did I go searching-o One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o
Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o
His caravan Was painted by hand That’s touched every pebble in the ocean-o And the pictures there They move in thin air There forever telling-o The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o
Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o