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And pushing hard on fifty miles, and Glastonbury to Fairisle (?)
I was thinking of you every step of the way.
You beguiled me with your honey eyes,
and Glastonbury's sunny side
I wondered if I lay with you that day.
Oh the road is calling, would you stay with me til morning,
woah-oh-oh-oh, we were playing at gypsies,
And here was a dream we did so well.
But I knew all along, I couldn't be a gypsy,
I have far too many other dreams as well.
Well you were waiting by the fireside,
with barley cup and melting eyes,
and oh for me, you took me by the hand,
And with rosy lips and flattery you seduced me oh so easily,
and led me to your gypsy caravan.
Oh the road it is calling, but I'll stay with you til morning
Woah-oh-oh-oh, we were playing at gypsies,
and here was a dream we did so well.
But I knew all along, I cannot be a gypsy,
I have far too many other dreams as well.
And so I tarried for a little while, and I turned my back on Fairisle,
and I still recall the sorrow in your eyes
But the only way that I can roll, is knowing that I'm going home,
I'm so sorry that it cannot be otherwise.
Oh my home it is calling, I must leave you in the morning
and woah-oh-oh-oh, we were playing at gypsies,
and here was a dream we did so well.
But I knew all along, I cannot be a gypsy
I have too many other dreams as well.
So many years have passed since I stopped trying to be a gypsy
and from time to time I wonder how you are.
I hope that you are doing fine, with your honey eyes and your gypsy time
So near and yet so very very far.
But when the road, it is calling, can I still miss you my darling,
and woah-oh-oh-oh, we were playing at gypsies
and here was a dream we did so well.
But I knew all along that I couldn't be a gypsy,
I had far too many other dreams as well,
I had far too many other dreams as well.