Robin Williamson - The Road The Gypsies Go lyrics

Words and music Robin Williamsson 1979 Young as I remember The scrag end of the war Gypsies through the borders Came a jingling door to door With posies of primroses And all the bonny bloom But far and near as fool's fire They came glittering through the gloom And their tongues as strong and nimble As would bind the looms of luck Wame to grave by coin and stave The blade's edge and the cup As young as I remember It's rosined in the bow And the tune still rambles rhyming To the road the gypsies go