The Road The Gypsies Go Lyrics - Robin Williamson

Young as I remember 

The scrag end of the war 

Gypsies through the borders 

Came a jingling door to door 

With posies of primroses 

And all the bonny bloom 

But far and near as fool's fire 

They came glittering through the gloom 

And their tongues as strong and nimble 

As would bind the looms of luck 

Wame to grave by coin and stave 

The blade's edge and the cup 

As young as I remember 

It's rosined in the bow 

And the tune still rambles rhyming 

To the road the gypsies go