In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the gypsy,
Who can look in your future and drive away all your fears.
Everyting will be right, if you only believe the gypsy,
She could tell at a glance that my heart was so full of tears.
She looked in my hand and told me - my lover was always true,
And yet in my heart I knew dear, that somebody else was kissing you.
But I'll go there again, cause I want to believe the gypsy,
That my lover is true and will come back to me someday.
That my lover is true and will come back to me someday.