Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose      I was led on I suppose   For the Gypsy was always out of reach   I crossed her palm with silver just to know   What the future had to hold   But she only turned her back on me   The Gypsy said no man could make her stay      I followed anyway   Living only day to day   I left the rose as quiet as the night   Whatever she felt then, she kept inside   Ah, the years they seemed to change my Gypsy's soul   She grew weary of the road   Looking round for a better way to live   She traded in her caravan for gold   Pretty things to have and hold   Always wanting more than I could give   Came the day I just had to go   She screamed I should have known   But I never thought Id fall   I said You're the one who had the crystal ball   Perhaps you never saw me there at all   Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose   It was Romany I chose   I was only caught up in a dream   If you see someone wearing Gypsy clothes   Be wary of the pose   For she may not be all that she seems   The Rose moved on, she left here long ago   For where, nobody knows   Just to find another life      I think about her sometimes in the night   I never knew the red rose from the white   Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose   I was torn between the Gypsy and the Rose