My love is like a gypsy rose
Wild is the only way she grows
Out where the sweet July wind blows
She blooms over yonder
Her voice is like a mountain stream
Washes me clear, washes me clean
I walk along those banks serene
Where she will wander
'Cause there is no hill high as the moon
No river deeper than the sea
No shooting star, reckless in flight
Burns in the night
Wild as the love she gave to me
Only the rain knows where she goes
Thunder and me
Rambling with my Gypsy Rose
And on the day that we were wed
Up to the altar she was led
Lay like a prisoner in my bed
Oh, how we shivered
So I built a house to keep her in
Guarded her from the sun and wind
But in the Autumn she grew thin
In winter, she withered
There is no hill high as the moon
No river deeper than the sea
No shooting star, reckless in flight
Burns in the night
Wild as the love she gave to me
Only the rain knows where she goes
Thunder and me
Rambling with my Gypsy Rose
My love was buried in the spring
I see her face in blossoming things
One night I thought I heard her sing
Down in the hollow
Now, it's been thirty years and three
Every night she calls to me
And for as long as I shall be
I know I'll follow
'Cause there is no hill high as the moon
No river deeper than the sea
No shooting star, reckless in flight
Burns in the night
Wild as the love she gave to me
Only the rain knows where she grows
Thunder and me
Rambling with my Gypsy Rose