The Enchanted Gypsy Lyrics by Donovan
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A day once dawned,
As sleepers yawned
A day of leaves so green-i-o
That a man rode high
In the tinker's sky
And begged me to go running-o
And follow the path of the Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

I passed the glade
And took me a shade
Beneath an oak so twisty-o
And a vision I saw
As the crow did craw
No more did I go searching-o
One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

His caravan
Was painted by hand
That's touched every
pebble in the ocean-o
And the pictures there
They move in thin air
There forever telling-o
The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o

(La la la la la la la la x6)
A day once dawned,   As sleepers yawned   A day of leaves so green-i-o   That a man rode high   In the tinker's sky   And begged me to go running-o   And follow the path of the Gypsy-o      Seaweed clings to ruby rings   On the fingers of my lady-o   And the people in the town   They would not look round   To see me go running-o   On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o      I passed the glade   And took me a shade   Beneath an oak so twisty-o   And a vision I saw   As the crow did craw   No more did I go searching-o   One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o      Seaweed clings to ruby rings   On the fingers of my lady-o   And the people in the town   They would not look round   To see me go running-o   On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o      His caravan   Was painted by hand   That's touched every   pebble in the ocean-o   And the pictures there   They move in thin air   There forever telling-o   The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o      Seaweed clings to ruby rings   On the fingers of my lady-o   And the people in the town   They would not look round   To see me go running-o   For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o      (La la la la la la la la x6)