I still recall the placeWhen I first felt your gypsy windPlaying on my
faceThat summer's long since goneBut gypsy winds have ways of staying
on.Voices from our pastStill insist on arguingThat love will never lastAnd
though our hearts may turnIt's only when you listen that you learn.And I
wonder at the waysThe strands of love meanderThrough our close and
distant daysThe blood of passion playsBurns our thirsty soulsAnd chases
reason far away...Far away...And still your gypsy windWill soothe my soul
and call me back again.Growing wise with ageWe come to see the
printingThrough the pictures on the pageThough something's always
lostThe gain is always tempered by the cost.And I wonder at the waysThe
strands of love meanderThrough our close and distant daysThe blood of
passion playsBurns our thirsty soulsAnd chases reason far away...Far
away...And still your gypsy windWill soothe my soul and call me back
again.