We run around about till morning
And then we fall down the falling asleep
Ah, hearing your sound
Ah, just let me sleep
Oh, gypsy guitar

Little vout girl and dishes of silver and gold
And some other wishes a little sincere
Ah, waiting for you
Ah, waiting for me

And the air is going away
The tricks on the wall
And if you look into the crystal ball
You should be happy to see the abbey
Oh, yes
Ah, look out now come on and join me oh
Plan on coming and joining me yeah
Plan on coming and tell me
You've got no time for pleasure at all

The air is going away
The tricks on the wall
And if you look into the crystal ball
You should be happy to see the abbey
Oh, yeah
Ah, look out now come on and join me oh
Plan on coming and joining me yeah
Plan on coming and tell me
You've got no time for pleasure at all.