The Gypsy and the Rose - Al Stewart

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 I’d 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