Intro: ||: :|| In a quaint car - a - van, There's a la - dy they call The Gyp - sy; She can look in the fu - ture And drive a - way all your fears. ( Ev' - ry - thing will come right, If you on - ly be - lieve The Gyp - sy; She could tell at a glance That my heart was so full of tears. Bridge: She looked at my hand and told me My lov - er was al - ways true; And yet in my heart I knew, dear, Dalt Somebody else was kiss - ing you. ( But I'll go there a - gain 'Cause I want to be - lieve The Gyp - sy; That my lov - er is true And will come back to me some day.