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I don't want to be, my dear,
A Gypsy any more
My rambling days I've left behind
I'll stay here by the shore
Maybe you can see, my dear,
How all that went before
Has left me feeling disinclined-
I'll stay here by the shore.
I was just eighteen, my dear,
A musician on the road
I traveled seven days a week
And melody I sowed-
I played for everyone, my dear,
As long as music flowed
My fingers played the notes I'd seek
And melody I sowed.
Now, traveling tired me out, my dear,
These forty-odd last years
I never saw the same place twice
But I found joy, and tears
I've walked half 'round the world, my dear,
I think it's time to rest
I've walked half 'round the world, my dear,
And I found joy, and tears.
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