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



(La la la la la la la la x6)