I am here to tell you a story
A story it shall be
About a young gypsy vagabond
With her hair curly & free
About her I'll tell you
A story it shall be
She roamed about the town...in her gypsy frocks
Her ways not conformed...Just like her flying locks
One jump here, one leap there
"Regular" wasn't in her dictionary
About her I'll tell you
A story it shall be
She raced against time
Swam against the flow
She tried to go everywhere...She wasn't told to go
A little naughty, a littly freak
Somewhat like a pixie
About her I'll tell you
A story it shall be
All told her to be good
But in her head, she was how she should
She danced on the winds
Played with the rains
For her life was a spree
About her I'll tell you
A story it shall be
Then one day she fell
Never knew how falling would feel
It drenched the frocks
and straightened the locks
She could run no more
Her legs felt like rocks
She smiled and stood
Looked out of the hood
A little light she could see
I'm telling you about her
A story it shall be
Then that day on
the vagabond was gone
The gypsy died
She tried not to cry
She had to be as the rules said
Had to change her face & her head
Now she lives dreaming about those days
The careless hair & the crooked ways
This is how her story ends
all straight, with no bends
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