The Gypsy King Lyrics - Patrick Wolf

Drawing a line 

A ship in a harbour 

Yes I will go 

Ill be going there soon 

A blue map of Cornwall 

Up on a bedroom wall 

Drawing a line 

Ill be following soon 

But how do I follow? 

What road to be choosing? 

Do I follow the star 

Or the gypsy king? 

I recall when I was younger 

There was a fire 

To travel the world 

And shine with a passion 

But as ambition shoots blank 

Day by Day 

On a train from Edinburgh 

To the Kings Cross rain. 

I see a small house 

Built on the sea 

I could live there alone 

With a horse and a ukulele 

But how do I get there? 

What road to be choosing? 

When the seasons so high 

For losing 

How do I follow 

What road to be choosing? 

Do I follow the star 

Or the Gypsy King?