Gypsy Eyes Lyrics

Paper pockets was my pastel
and from marching maps my finger nails
i scratching for a brave
that's not been wrong yet
that's not been wrong yet

'cause i was a child with fits of fury
i was a child with fits of fury

and i didn't love my god less
and i didn't need my full skirt
oh, i didn't love my god less
and i didn't need my full skirt

to beg green gypsy eyes
to beg green gypsy eyes

but i've seen you in narrow streets
i've turned some rocky ground
so i prune my trees back
for a stand tall garden
and i've counted some closets
so i, counted some closets

but now i'll knock my
now i'll knock my
sorrow shadows
i'll knock my sorrow, shadows

'cause i was a child with fits of fury
oh, i was a child with fits of fury

and i didn't love my god bless
and i didn't need my full skirt
oh, i didn't love my god bless
and i didn't need my full skirt

to beg green gypsy eyes
to beg green gypsy eyes

do you see this holy, holy spirit
round my neck
do you see i wear
this holy spirit round my neck
but it's for my sister swallow

so play me pardon
father son
play me pardon
father son
father son
father son

'cause i was a child with fits of fury
oh, i was a child with fits of fury

and i didn't love my god bless
and i didn't need my full skirt
oh, i didn't love my god bless
and i didn't need my full skirt

to beg green gypsy eyes
to beg green gypsy eyes

(Merci à Fanny pour cettes paroles)