In a quaint car - a - van,
There's a la - dy they call The Gyp - sy;
She can look in the fu - ture
And drive a - way all your fears.
Ev' - ry - thing will come right,
If you on - ly be - lieve The Gyp - sy;
She could tell at a glance
That my heart was so full of tears.
She looked at my hand and told me
And yet in my heart I knew, dear,
Somebody else was kiss - ing you.
But I'll go there a - gain
'Cause I want to be - lieve The Gyp - sy;
That my lov - er is true
And will come back to me some day.