Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose I was led on I suppose For the Gypsy was always out of reach. I crossed her palm with silver just to know What the future had to hold But she only turned her back on me. The Gypsy said no man could make her stay I followed anyway, living only day to day I left the rose as quiet as the night Whatever she felt then, she kept inside. Ah, the years they seemed to change my Gypsy's soul She grew weary of the road Looking ‘round for a better way to live. She traded in her caravan for gold Pretty things to have and hold Always wanting more than I could give. Came the day I just had to go She screamed : "I should have known but I never thought I'd fall" I said : "You're the one who had the crystal ball" "Perhaps you never saw me there at all". Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose It was Romany I chose I was only caught up in a dream. If you see someone wearing Gypsy clothes Be wary of the pose For she may not be all that she seems. The Rose moved on, she left here long ago For where, nobody knows just to find another life I think about her sometimes in the night I never knew the red rose from the white. Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose. I was torn between the Gypsy and the Rose.