Текст (слова) песни: Patrick Wolf - The Gypsy King
Drawing a line A ship in a harbour Yes I will go I’ll be going there soon
A blue map of Cornwall Up on a bedroom wall Drawing a line I’ll be following soon
But how do I follow? What road to be choosing? Do I follow the star Or the gypsy king?
I recall when I was younger There was a fire To travel the world And shine with a passion But as ambition shoots blank Day by Day On a train from Edinburgh To the Kings Cross rain….
I see a small house Built on the sea I could live there alone With a horse and a ukulele
But how do I get there? What road to be choosing? When the seasons so high For losing
How do I follow What road to be choosing? Do I follow the star Or the Gypsy King?
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