I still recall the place

When I first felt yourgypsy wind

Playing on my face

That summer's long since gone

But gypsy winds have ways of staying on.



Voices from our past

Still insist on arguing

That love will never last

And though our hearts may turn

It's only when you listen

that you learn.



And I wonder at the ways

The strands of love meander

Through our close and distant days

The blood of passion plays

Burns our thirsty souls

And chases reason far away...

Far away...

And still your gypsy wind

Will soothe my soul and call me

back again.



Growing wise with age

We come to see the printing

Through the pictures on the page

Though something's always lost

The gain is always tempered by the cost.



And I wonder at the ways

The strands of love meander

Through our close and distant days

The blood of passion plays

Burns our thirsty souls

And chases reason far away...

Far away...

And still your gypsy wind

Will soothe my soul and call me back again.