Gypsy
David Byron, Michael Box
I was only seventeen
I fell in love with a gypsy queen
She told me, "hold on"
Her father was the leading man
Said "you're not welcome on our land"
And then as a foe
He told me to go
He took me to a little shack
And put a whip across my back
Then told her, leave me
I was out for quite a time
Came back with her on my mind
Sweet little girl
She means all the world
Oh, I want my gypsy queen
Will she still be torn between
Her father and lover?
One day I will go to him
Strong enough to fight and win
Kind of a man that he'll understand