And the caravan is on it's way. I can hear the merry gypsies play. Mama, mama look at Emma Rose. She's playin' with the radio. . La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la.
And the caravan is on its way. I can hear the merry gypsies play. Mama mama look at Ammaro. She's a-playin with the radio. La, la, la, la.... . And the caravan has all my friends.
Well I tried and I tried. But the river seems so wide. And my head hurts and my hands are tied. . And it's so hard. When you're standing on the yard. Every time that your number comes around.
I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles. And the heaven's open every time she smiles. And when I come to her that's where I belong. Yet I'm running to her like a river's song.
And the caravan is on its way. I can hear the merry gypsies play. Mama, Mama, oh will you never run away?. She laughs playing with her radio. . La, la, la, la, la, la, la.