In a quaint caravan, there's a 
lady they call The Gypsy.  She 
can look in the future and drive 
away all your fears.  Everything 
will come right if you only 
believe The Gypsy.  She could 
tell at a glance that my heart 
was so full of tears.  She looked 
at my hand and told me my 
lover was always true, and yet 
in my heart I knew, dear, 
somebody else was kissing you.  
But I'll go there again 'cause I 
want to believe The Gypsy--that 
my lover is true and will come 
back to me some day