Michael Johnson - Gypsy In The Photograph lyrics
[Michael Johnson - Gypsy In The Photograph lyrics]
The gypsy in the photograph
Has a laugh you've seen before
Some nights you'd give anything
Just to bring her to your door
Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade
Looking through a dusty trunk
Amid the junk you found an album
Though you never knew her well
You could tell she loved her fun
Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade
In a dream you dreamed there
Was something very strange
And you woke up quickly but you
Still could hear the names magpie, evil eye
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one's life
Grandma said when you were born
That the ram's horn filled the glade
The damp night and your mama's cries
Made your eyes a darker shade
Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade
Then a golden charm that she
Gave to you one night
What was it that she softly cried
When you were out of sight
Oh Magpie, evil eye
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one's life
The gypsy in the photograph
Has a laugh you've seen before
Has a laugh you've seen before
Some nights you'd give anything
Just to bring her to your door
Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade
Looking through a dusty trunk
Amid the junk you found an album
Though you never knew her well
You could tell she loved her fun
Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade
In a dream you dreamed there
Was something very strange
And you woke up quickly but you
Still could hear the names magpie, evil eye
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one's life
Grandma said when you were born
That the ram's horn filled the glade
The damp night and your mama's cries
Made your eyes a darker shade
Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade
Then a golden charm that she
Gave to you one night
What was it that she softly cried
When you were out of sight
Oh Magpie, evil eye
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one's life
The gypsy in the photograph
Has a laugh you've seen before