6:III 5:0 5:III - 4p. A day once dawned as richer yawned Under leaves so greeny, o And a vision I saw as a crow did caw So far than I Go to running, o Follow the path of the gypsy, o 6:III 5:0 5:III - 2p. Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady, o And the people in town They would not look round To see me Go a running for, o Follow the path of the gypsy, o 6:III 5:0 5:III - 2p. A caravan is a painted by a hand And you every pebble in the ocean, o And the pictures there They move in thin air There forever a-telling, o Tales of the enchanted gypsy, o 6:III 5:0 5:III Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady, o And the people in town They would not look round To see me Go a running for, o Follow the path of the gypsy, o 6:III 5:0 5:III - 2p. A day once dawned as richer yawned Under the leaves so greeny, o And a vision I saw as a crow did caw No more than I Go to running, o Follow the path of the gypsy, o 6:III 5:0 5:III Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady, o And the people in town They would not look round To see me Go a running for, o Follow the path of the gypsy, o Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady, o And the people in town They would not look round To see me Go a running for, o Follow the path of the gypsy, o The gypsy, o The gypsy, o