A day once dawned As sleepers yawned A day of leaves so green That a man rode high In the tinkers sky And begged me to go running And follow the path of the gypsy Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running On the trail of the enchanted gypsy I pa**ed the glade And took me a shade Beneath an oak so twisty And a vision I saw As the crow did craw No more did I go searching One the trail of the enchanted gypsy Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running On the trail of the enchanted gypsy His caravan Was painted by hand Thats touched every pebble in the ocean And the pictures there They move in thin air There forever telling The tails of the enchanted gypsy Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running For to follow the path of the gypsy