Davy Graham - Folk, Blues & Beyond (2006) by Davy Graham (보컬) on maniadb.com

Well I'm leavin', leavin', Mama

But I don't know where to go

Well I said I'm leavin', Mama

But I don't know where to go

I'm leavin' in the morning

On that C & O

I laid down on my pillow

And cried myself to sleep

Said I laid down on my pillow

Well I cried myself to sleep

I hate to leave you, Baby

When I love you so sweet

Wo-oh

I'd rather see my coffin comin'

Well right through my front door

Said I'd rather see my coffin comin'

Right through my front door

Than to hear you say

That you don't want me no more

Oh wo-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Seven gypsies stood in a row

And they sang so sweetly throught the air

They sang so sweet, so very sweet

They stole the heart of a lady fair

She stood in her castle high

Smiling on those gypsies-o

A jealous thought came into her mind

She would follow the dark-eyed gypsies-o

Her young lord came home that night

Enquiring for his lady-o

"I'm afraid, i'm afraid," said the old kitchen maid

"She's gone with the dark-eyed gypsies-o"

He rode east and he rode west

'Til he came to a farmer's door

"Farmer, farmer tell me the truth

Have you seen the dark-eyed gypsies-o?"

"Ride on, ride on," the farmer cried

"Down in yonder valley-o

There you'll find your own true bride

In the arms of a dark-eyed gypsy-o"

"Will you forsake your house and land

Will you give up your little son

Will you lie on the cold cool ground

In the arms of a dark eyed gypsy-o"

"I'll give up, my lord," she said, "I'll forsake my little son

I'll eat off the grass and drink of the dew

And lie with the dark eyed gypsy-o"

Sing a song of sad young men

Glasses full of rye

All the news is bad again

Kiss your dreams goodbye

All the sad young men

Sitting in the bars

Knowing neon lights

Missing all the stars

Oh, the sad young men

Drifting through the town

Drinking of the night

And trying not to drown

Oh, the sad young men

Singing in the cold

Trying to forget

That they're growing old

All the sad young men

Choking on their youth

Let your gentle light

Guide them home again

Oh, the sad young men