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The Seekers

The Gypsy Rover

 

The Gypsy Rover

(الألبوم: The Seekers - 1964)


Whistling Gypsy came over the hill
Down thru the valley so shady
He whistled and he sang
Till the greenwood rang
And he won the heart of a lady

A dee do a dee do die day
A dee do a dee day-o
He whistled and he sang
Till the greenwood rang
And he won the heart of a lady

She left her father's castle gate
She left her fair young lover
She left her servants
And her estate
To follow the gypsy rover

A dee do a dee do die day
A dee do a dee day-o
She left her servants
And her estate
To follow the gypsy rover

She left behind her velvet gown
And shoes of Spanish leather
They whistled and they sang
Till the greenwood rang
As they rode off together

A dee do a dee do die day
A dee do a dee day-o
They whistled and they sang
Till the greenwood rang
As they rode off together

Last night she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover
Tonight she sleeps
On the cold cold ground
Beside her gypsy lover

A dee do a dee do die day
A dee do a dee day-o
Tonight she sleeps
On the cold cold ground
Beside her gypsy lover

Her father saddled up his fastest steed
And roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter
At great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover

A dee do a dee do die day
A dee do a dee day-o
Sought his daughter
At great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover

He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Claydee
And there was music
And there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady

A dee do a dee do die day
A dee do a dee day-o
And there was music
And there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady

"He is no gypsy my father" she said
"But lord of these lands all over
And I shall stay
'til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover"

A dee do a dee do die day
A dee do a dee day-o
And I shall stay
'til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover"

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