Lyrics

VERSE
Beads and jewels on your fingers in your hair
Golden slippers on your feet
Rags and riches on your doorstep in your hand
Your allegiance incomplete
Mother Mary by the door
Arms outstretched receives the poor
In the back room hear your mother and your son
The candle's lit and the curtain has been drawn

CHORUS
Oh Gypsy Lady
Take us down to the core
Please Gypsy Lady
Til we trust ourselves no more

VERSE
Three black Cadillacs are parked on your front lawn
On a Thursday afternoon
Now I am no more the young man that I was
Still I come here to your room
Like the wild bird in the fall
I am answering the call
Gypsy Lady let us reassess my fate
The years go by but I know it's not too late

CHORUS

Karl Williams (ASCAP)
© Canny Lark Music