There’s a gipsy boy

There’s a gipsy boy

Waiting on the corner of each road

To remind me that I’m lonely

And how life’s short

There’s s gipsy boy

Judging me so sweetly on my way home

If I let him carry on

I might not go home on my own

Oh, these gipsy boys

Their hearts won’t ever rest

Their eyes won’t ever stop the chase

Wherever I go

There’s a gipsy boy,

Running his own world

And I just happened to cross his road

As if he was waiting for me to come home

And there’s his fire

To which I’m drawn

It’s the shameless truth

Which he can never leave untold

There’s a gipsy boy

Around the corner there’s two more

Waiting to say something

Just so they can see how I get annoyed

All these gipsy boys

They love it when I act unbothered and cold

Because deep down they know

What I yet don’t even know

There’s a gipsy boy

Who loves me but won’t let it show

And there’s me on his road

Running with another boy

And then there’s me again

Just another girl

Who’s heart is beating on the go

Making a home of every other heart I borrow

But for just another hour

With one gipsy boy, alone

I would climb the tallest tree in his garden

Just so we can love each other restlessly

There’s a gipsy boy out there

Who would steal my neighbours’ flowers

Just to kiss my lips for hours

Just to hold me after hours

There’s another gipsy boy

On the train, going away

Running from the love he made

To the woman he just left

Oh, how he feels like home

Why is he not a stranger at all?

Why do I not sense a danger?

As if wherever he’d go I could follow

Yet another gipsy boy

Same train, but sitting alone today

Singing his song

About a girl he’s been longing for, a while ago

And then here’s me sitting right next to him

Singing along

Not knowing where I’m going

Or if this train will stop by dawn

But when I get off this train, for sure

There’ll be a gipsy boy

Waiting to take me home

To his family, so that he can start his own

There’ll be a gipsy boy

Who’s got eyes like his mother

And a sweet mouth like his father

Only to make sure I’m never bored

And after all, there’s a gipsy boy

Waiting on the corner of each road

Telling me I don’t look lonely anymore

Only to remind me what I’ve been living for all along