If ever you should wander
Onto my mountain top,
You'd be most warmly welcomed
If desiring to stop.
And listening to the birds'
Most wondrous melodies,
I would also welcome
Your loving arms 'round me.
When the winter's wind is blowing
And life can be so cold,
You can stay here by my fire,
Your freedom I shall hold.
And in the winter's darkness
I shall teach you loving things,
And release you when the snow thaws
And the world returns to spring.
And as you leave my doorstep,
A tear or two I'll shed,
And go on through life without you,
In another's arms and bed.
Whilst in my youth remember,
And in my age forget,
That somber, brown eyed gypsy,
Of a summer's day I met.
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