Gypsy Rose
my love is like a gypsy rose
wild is the only way he grows
out where the sweet july wind blows
he blooms over yonder
his voice is like a mountain stream
washes me clear, washes me clean
i walk along the banks serene
where he will wander
there is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
no shooting star, reckless in flight burns in the night
wild as the love he gave to me
only the rain knows where he goes
thunder and me, ramblin with my gypsy rose
and on the day we were wed
up to the altar he was led
lay like a prisoner in my bed
oh, how we shivered
so i built a house to keep him in
guarded him from the sun and wind
but in the autumn he grew thin
in winter, he withered
there is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
no shooting star, reckless in flight burns in the night
wild as the love he gave to me
only the rain knows where he goes
thunder and me, ramblin with my gypsy rose
my love was buried in the spring
i see his face in blossoming things
one night i thought i heard him sing
down in the hollow
now it's been thirty years and three
every night he calls to me
and for as long as i shall be
i know i'll follow
there is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
no shooting star, reckless in flight burns in the night
wild as the love he gave to me
only the rain knows where he goes
thunder and me, ramblin with my gypsy rose
wild is the only way he grows
out where the sweet july wind blows
he blooms over yonder
his voice is like a mountain stream
washes me clear, washes me clean
i walk along the banks serene
where he will wander
there is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
no shooting star, reckless in flight burns in the night
wild as the love he gave to me
only the rain knows where he goes
thunder and me, ramblin with my gypsy rose
and on the day we were wed
up to the altar he was led
lay like a prisoner in my bed
oh, how we shivered
so i built a house to keep him in
guarded him from the sun and wind
but in the autumn he grew thin
in winter, he withered
there is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
no shooting star, reckless in flight burns in the night
wild as the love he gave to me
only the rain knows where he goes
thunder and me, ramblin with my gypsy rose
my love was buried in the spring
i see his face in blossoming things
one night i thought i heard him sing
down in the hollow
now it's been thirty years and three
every night he calls to me
and for as long as i shall be
i know i'll follow
there is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
no shooting star, reckless in flight burns in the night
wild as the love he gave to me
only the rain knows where he goes
thunder and me, ramblin with my gypsy rose
Credits
Writer(s): David Robert Carter
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