"We told him our tale; And of these we had many;
Some of them True; Some of them invented;
And the gentleman confessed; That his life was quite dismal;
Conceding we live better lives;
And the sad gypsy sang for his
bottle of wine; And I sang along for mine".
"His lips touched the skin of the woman we spoke of;
His coats (??) are the colours of the times we had lived in;
And his mind caught the magnet of the places we've been to;
And we saw that he wasn't deprived;
Then the sad gypsy sang for his
bottle of wine; And I sang along for mine;
Then the sad gypsy sang for his
bottle of wine; And I sang along for mine".
"Belinda she danced on her own in the shadows;
The gentleman pretended that he didn't love her;
And we played our roles; we saw the sun rising,
laughing at us and our lives;
And the sad gypsy sang for his
bottle of wine; And I sang along for mine"
Oh Yeah, mmm, mmm".