Intro: Verse: When I had known only 18 summers. I headed west through the Whitley Wood. To make my fortune and find a lover. And to lead the best life a young man could. Lie, La, la lie, la la lie. Oh La la lie, la la lie, la la lie. Verse: And by the lakeside, just south of Didcot. I spied an angel just standing there. She was a traveler, but she was pretty And clean, she was in the water, washing her hair. I lost my heart to a lady gypsy. So long ago, I forget her name. But I still remember the smell of the flowers And the way, my life, would never be the same. Verse: She laid me down on a bed of heather She said, please be careful, this is what I sell I said, you're a hooker she said, no, I mean the heather. I sell the heather like a lucky spell. I said huh, but to be clear then the sex is free She said, yes, the sex is free the heather is a pound. I said, I don't need no heather and if I did, I would just pick some it's free it's growing in the ground. I lost my heart to a lady gypsy. So long ago, I forget her name. But I still remember the smell of the flowers And the way, my life, would never be the same. Instrumental: