The road the gypsies go Lyrics — Robin Williamson

Words and music Robin Williamsson 1979

Young as I remember
The scrag end of the war
Gypsies through the borders
Came a jingling door to door
With posies of primroses
and all the bonny bloom
But far and near as fool´s fire
They came glittering through the gloom

and their tongues as strong and nimble
As would bind the looms of luck
Wame to grave by coin and stave
The blade´s edge and the cup
As young as I remember
It´s rosined in the bow
and the tune still rambles rhyming
To the road the gypsies go