Ode To the Gypsy Gal
Oh fair and gentle gypsy gal
your heart so kind and loving,
and tongue so gentle and coming,
round and round we go,
no one will ever know what you do
to me.
I stay on the right path
with beggars all that laugh,
when swords and pistols are drawn
you and I we walk on the lawn.
Losers will be losers,
beggars will always beg,
lovers will be always sad
and Romantics always dead,
but to you my gypsy gal
I will always remember
when you stole my heart the first time-
the last I have gone down
with brothers and laugh,
and I see you with embarrassed red cheeks
I turn and go the other way
and run, run far, far away.
Ode to the Gypsy gal
who stole my heart
and broke it in two,
love goes away saying
two by two
with her purse rich with gold
her heart an empty part
with no one to hold except me.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2015
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