The Gypsy And The Rose 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Gypsy And The Rose |
| 歌手 | Al Stewart |
| 专辑 | Russians And Americans |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose I was led on | |
| I suppose | |
| For the Gypsy was always out of reach. | |
| I crossed her palm with silver just to know | |
| What the future had to hold | |
| But she only turned her back on me. | |
| The Gypsy said no man could make her stay | |
| I followed anyway, living only day to day | |
| I left the rose as quiet as the night | |
| Whatever she felt then, she kept inside. | |
| Ah, the years they seemed to change my | |
| Gypsy's soul | |
| She grew weary of the road | |
| Looking ‘round for a better way to live. | |
| She traded in her caravan for gold | |
| Pretty things to have and hold | |
| Always wanting more than | |
| I could give. | |
| Came the day | |
| I just had to go | |
| She screamed: ‘ | |
| I should have known but | |
| I never thought | |
| I'd fall' | |
| I said: ‘ | |
| You're the one who had the crystal ball' ‘ | |
| Perhaps you never saw me there at all'. | |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose It was | |
| Romany I chose | |
| I was only caught up in a dream. | |
| If you see someone wearing | |
| Gypsy clothes | |
| Be wary of the pose | |
| For she may not be all that she seems. | |
| The Rose moved on, she left here long ago | |
| For where, nobody knows just to find another life | |
| I think about her sometimes in the night | |
| I never knew the red rose from the white. | |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose. I was torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose. |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose I was led on | |
| I suppose | |
| For the Gypsy was always out of reach. | |
| I crossed her palm with silver just to know | |
| What the future had to hold | |
| But she only turned her back on me. | |
| The Gypsy said no man could make her stay | |
| I followed anyway, living only day to day | |
| I left the rose as quiet as the night | |
| Whatever she felt then, she kept inside. | |
| Ah, the years they seemed to change my | |
| Gypsy' s soul | |
| She grew weary of the road | |
| Looking round for a better way to live. | |
| She traded in her caravan for gold | |
| Pretty things to have and hold | |
| Always wanting more than | |
| I could give. | |
| Came the day | |
| I just had to go | |
| She screamed: | |
| I should have known but | |
| I never thought | |
| I' d fall' | |
| I said: | |
| You' re the one who had the crystal ball' | |
| Perhaps you never saw me there at all'. | |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose It was | |
| Romany I chose | |
| I was only caught up in a dream. | |
| If you see someone wearing | |
| Gypsy clothes | |
| Be wary of the pose | |
| For she may not be all that she seems. | |
| The Rose moved on, she left here long ago | |
| For where, nobody knows just to find another life | |
| I think about her sometimes in the night | |
| I never knew the red rose from the white. | |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose. I was torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose. |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose I was led on | |
| I suppose | |
| For the Gypsy was always out of reach. | |
| I crossed her palm with silver just to know | |
| What the future had to hold | |
| But she only turned her back on me. | |
| The Gypsy said no man could make her stay | |
| I followed anyway, living only day to day | |
| I left the rose as quiet as the night | |
| Whatever she felt then, she kept inside. | |
| Ah, the years they seemed to change my | |
| Gypsy' s soul | |
| She grew weary of the road | |
| Looking round for a better way to live. | |
| She traded in her caravan for gold | |
| Pretty things to have and hold | |
| Always wanting more than | |
| I could give. | |
| Came the day | |
| I just had to go | |
| She screamed: | |
| I should have known but | |
| I never thought | |
| I' d fall' | |
| I said: | |
| You' re the one who had the crystal ball' | |
| Perhaps you never saw me there at all'. | |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose It was | |
| Romany I chose | |
| I was only caught up in a dream. | |
| If you see someone wearing | |
| Gypsy clothes | |
| Be wary of the pose | |
| For she may not be all that she seems. | |
| The Rose moved on, she left here long ago | |
| For where, nobody knows just to find another life | |
| I think about her sometimes in the night | |
| I never knew the red rose from the white. | |
| Torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose. I was torn between the | |
| Gypsy and the | |
| Rose. |
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