I once knew a watch-thief Who stole for his own He wasted the time that he Stole on the road But this gypsy boy finds A young girl one day With a garland of flowers And a red satin waist
She came from the highway That led to the city Her garments conveyed She was wealthy and pretty The gypsy boy wore Some old slacks and no shirt And he would not have seen her, But she introduced herself first
Before hellos were said Or greetings exchanged Years later he said He could feel something change As she told him of ease That she left behind He fell to his knees And praised God’s good design
If love is a lifetime, Then lend me your hand. The sparrows are witness That my promise stands And now our gypsy wagon Is off down the road And we’ll never stop moving Cause this is our home.
This small band of gypsies, Now larger by one Trundle the pathways and roads they call home The watch-thief reclines with his girl in his arms they fall quickly in love ‘Neath the light of the stars.
But if hindsight goes further And time teaches true There was blood in the water, If only he knew. She came down to his level But took it too far She went too far in revel And slowly, she broke the boy’s heart.
The gypsy boy stood, Still stock still in his shock He ducked under the hood Of his caravan-rock He walked back to the city She’d said she was from He put it in a bag And he drank in the slums.
If love is a lifetime, Then when will you come? The sparrows, our witness, flew too close to the sun And now my gypsy wagon Is off down the road And now I’ve nowhere to go because you were my home.