In a quaint caravan   There's a lady they call The Gypsy   She can look in the future   And drive away all your fears   Everything will come right   If you only believe The Gypsy   She could tell at a glance   That my heart was so full of tears   She looked at my hand and told me   My lover was always true   And yet in my heart I knew, dear   Somebody else was kissing you   But I'll go there again   'Cause I want to believe The Gypsy   That my lover is true   And will come back to me some day