My love is like a gypsy rose Wild is the only way he grows Out where the sweet July wind blows He blooms over yonder His voice is like a mountain stream Washes me clear, washes me clean I walk along the banks serene Where he will wander There is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea No shooting star, reckless in flight, burns in the night Wild as the love he gave to me Only the rain knows where he goes, Thunder and me, ramblin' with my gypsy rose And on the day when we were wed Up to the altar he was led Lay like a prisoner in my bed Oh, how we shivered So I built a house to keep him in Guarded him from the sun and wind But in the autumn he grew thin In winter, he withered There is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea No shooting star, reckless in flight, burns in the night Wild as the love he gave to me Only the rain knows where he goes, Thunder and me, ramblin' with my gypsy rose My love was buried in the spring I see his face in blossoming things One night I thought I heard him sing Down in the hollow Now it's been thirty years and three Every night he calls to me And for as long as I shall be Well I know I'll follow And there is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea No shooting star, reckless in flight, burns in the night Wild as the love he gave to me Only the rain knows where he goes, Thunder and me, ramblin' with my gypsy rose