My love will never be enough
to keep you down the line.
You always had a gypsy soul,
Keeping you would be a crime.

The bird sings a lovely song,
When he sits in the tree.
Put him in a gilded cage,
then all he wants is free,

So I will always love you,
even if you must go.
But, I hope to see you someday,
To patch up this big hole.