Donovan - The Enchanted Gypsy Lyrics






A day once dawned,
As sleepers yawned
A day of leaves so green-i-o
That a man rode high
In the tinker's sky
And begged me to go running-o
And follow the path of the Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

I passed the glade
And took near shade
Beneath an oak so twisty-o
And a vision I saw
As the crow did craw
No more did I go searching-o
One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

His caravan
Was painted by hand
That's touched every pebble in the ocean-o
And the pictures there
They move in thin air
There forever telling-o
The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o

La la la la la la la la [x6]





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  1. M.... B....

    Pure Genius in what many would consider a "throwaway" track.

  2. B.... H....

    Jethro Tull like.

  3. K.... B....

    The Raggle Taggle Gypsies from the lady's perspective...

  4. C.... S....

    A day once dawned,
    As sleepers yawned
    A day of leaves so green-i-o
    That a man rode high
    In the tinker's sky
    And begged me to go running-o
    And follow the path of the Gypsy-o

    Seaweed clings to ruby rings
    On the fingers of my lady-o
    And the people in the town
    They would not look round
    To see me go running-o
    On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

    I passed the glade
    And took me a shade
    Beneath an oak so twisty-o
    And a vision I saw
    As the crow did craw
    No more did I go searching-o
    One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

    Seaweed clings to ruby rings
    On the fingers of my lady-o
    And the people in the town
    They would not look round
    To see me go running-o
    On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

    His caravan
    Was painted by hand
    That's touched every
    pebble in the ocean-o
    And the pictures there
    They move in thin air
    There forever telling-o
    The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

    Seaweed clings to ruby rings
    On the fingers of my lady-o
    And the people in the town
    They would not look round
    To see me go running-o
    For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o

  5. A.... P....

    just one of his brilliant songs, but one of the best.

  6. S.... G....

    so beautiful

  7. c.... c....

    melodic and cool. primal and poetic. ancient sounding like pagan worship. gotta hear it again.

  8. A.... P....

    shows Donovan's true gift for word play and creating a memorable melody.
    "Seaweed clings to ruby rings on the fingers of my ladio,"

  9. M.... ....

    One of my favorites