Lyrics:
I am a foreigner
And I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushed
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
It might have been the beach at Bali-Bali
Or was it by the blue Miami shore?
I don't recall your name
But won't you tell me, just the same
Where
to get by, gotta get by
Caught you playing both sides
Caught you playing both sides again
Got you dead to rights
And there'll be no compromise
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
mind
oh, you make me purr
you make me a gypsy queen
just by holding you near
I want to be
your only lover
Im filled with desire
Witts, beauty
miss you.
Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart,
Dream of the field and the grove,
Can you hear me, hear me in that dreamland,
Where your fancies
Verse 1
I can't be the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Why is my spirit cursed and lonely
Sad scenes flicker by like a movie
gone by
When two gypsy lovers sigh
A thousand violins, sighing violins,
Come from the sky
Oh sweet serenade please come to me
I need your aid
by
The Django and Jimmie
Has Mississippi
A young singing brakeman
A jazz playing gypsy
Might not have been
A Merle or a Willie
If not for
I had a strange dream from a pearly queen,
And she could drink more wine than I've ever seen.
She had some gypsy's blood flowing through her feet,
A country in turmoil
Abused by aristocracy
Enduring war
And burdened by the bourgeoisie
Rise of the Third Estate
Ascended to power
Voice of the lower
Bastille asking to storm them
Steal a page from their textbook, their playbook pushing their borders
Testing who's stronger
If I wasn't led by God would ask
I didn't expect there to be miles and miles of wheat
Rolling over the hills as we came into the city
The city reminds me of an island
Surrounded by
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
I've got something I'd like to tell you
Something that happend to me
I'd been feelin' thoroughly lowdown
So I went to see the gypsy
She sat me down
inside of me
And I'm Ernest every day, Hemmingway on the mic
Gotta write
Farewell to These Arms
I'm the Old Man by The Sea
I never mean no harm
Only
by far
But I know I won't miss you
When we're apart
And it only goes to show
I'm always looking for more
'Cause I was born
With a gypsy heart
And you
To see what it's costing
We will debauch and debase them
Then be sickened by their sins
Blank books and baby bastilles
Will follow hollow hymns
In
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
Discuss these gypsy by bastille Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In