Robin Williamson - The road the gypsies go lyrics

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