A wandering, a wandering. A gypsy feet lead her north and south, east and west. Wander as you will and love as thou shall.. For the swirl of her skirt, and a shake of a bangle. She'll become just a dream to hold close for the night. A gypsy heart might be consider fickle but she loves with all she has. For to have it but a moment is all the time in the world. Aide-o a love for a moment, is worth a lifetime of gold. To hold her a moment, is something a feat. For you never know where her roaming feet may go.
A roaming wandering heart that no walls can hold, a restless spirit for all to behold. Wild comes a calling and she'll put her foot out the door calling softly "My true love,my one love I come"