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In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the Gypsy
She can look in your future and drive away all your cares
Everything will come right if you only believe the Gypsy
She could tell at a glance my heart was so full of tears
She looked at my hand and told me my lover was always true
And yet in my heart I knew dear somebody else was kissing you
Still I'll go there again cause I want to believe the Gypsy
That my lover is true and will come back to me some day
fiddle
She looked at my hand...