A gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gate.
She left her own fine lover.
She left her servants and her state
To follow her gypsy rover.
She left behind her velvet gown
And shoes of Spanish leather
They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang
As they rode off together
Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover
Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
Beside her gyspy lover
Her father saddled up his fastest stead
And roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.
He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Claydee.
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.
"Have you forsaken your house and home?
Have you forsaken your baby?
Have you forsaken your husband dear
For a whistling gypsy rover?"
"He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried
"but Lord of these lands all over.
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
with my whistlin' gypsy rover."
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gate.
She left her own fine lover.
She left her servants and her state
To follow her gypsy rover.
She left behind her velvet gown
And shoes of Spanish leather
They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang
As they rode off together
Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover
Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
Beside her gyspy lover
Her father saddled up his fastest stead
And roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.
He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Claydee.
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.
"Have you forsaken your house and home?
Have you forsaken your baby?
Have you forsaken your husband dear
For a whistling gypsy rover?"
"He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried
"but Lord of these lands all over.
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
with my whistlin' gypsy rover."
- Last seen on Feb 28 3:29 AM. Member since April 14, 2006.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 88 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "I don't mind and you don't matter".
- When I'm not writing, I'm In your mind.
- I am in the groups Alter Egos and Multiple AP Personalities, Fans of SNOGGO and Edna and Naughty Marietta and Victor the Voyeur
- I have 88 comments, 2 contests
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Innocent eyes they looked into mine / Asking if I knew the way to salvation / Wandering aimlessly each one unknowing / Seeking a leader, seeking a grounding / "Are you the one?" They would ask / An49 lines, 8 comments, June 2, 2007
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This love was on its way to heaven
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Remember when we danced those dances And loved tenderly in dark romances18 lines, 2 comments, February 16
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Broken hearted life I lead I miss you more than ever33 lines, 2 comments, February 16. In Contemporary
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Lady Editor : Interesting page on June 2, 2007I've never seen a page quite like yours. I hope to read a lot of your works...and I hope that you can read a lot of mine. Not that I'm forcing you.
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aslanlight on May 28, 2007This is a great page! Very entertaining. What do you do to keep Jesus' body from smelling and is he hot?
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Cinnarry on May 26, 2007I thought the body of christ was found in the Dollar Store between the stale crackers and cooking wine?
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Silent Cougar on May 26, 2007Welcome to the real world, where fairy tale stories are told in a big house in a place we call londinium fartosa.
