Beautiful Gypsy

Beautiful gypsy riding in a caravan With a black mongrel and an old man In the cold winter Off to a world That is new And yet unknown To a place that she will make her own Across the dusty Arabian sands With a glowing crystal ball in her hands Armed with magical spells And Voodoo like bells Educated in the art of healing With herbal roots And exotic fruits Robed in her long black tunic And her big black boots Her thick black hair Raven black Engulfs her pretty little face Ravishing beauty That turns heads in every little place What will the future hold? As they seek great fortune Happiness and gold Across the fields They watch Horse riding Over the snow flakes And across the hilly villages Off to the city in the north Where the Great robber pillages Beautiful gypsy riding in her caravan She arrives in a strange land And meets a crowd of people Shouting from a steeple Go back! Go back! But a preachers offer water And asked the old man Is this your daughter? Beautiful gypsy riding in her caravan Found a home to stay She went down on her knees To pray She is too far from home any way