Gypsy Rose

My love is like a gypsy rose

Wild is the only way she grows

Out where the sweet July wind blows

She blooms over yonder

Her voice is like a mountain stream

Washes me clear, washes me clean

I walk along those banks serene

Where she will wander

'Cause there is no hill high as the moon

No river deeper than the sea

No shooting star, reckless in flight

Burns in the night

Wild is the love she gave to me

Only the rain knows where she grows

Thunder and me, rambling with my gypsy rose

And on the day that we were wed

Up to the altar she was led

Lay like a prisoner in my bed

Oh, how she shivered

So I built a house to keep her in

Guarded her from the sun and wind

But in the autumn she grew thin

Winter she withered

There is no hill high as the moon

No river deeper than the sea

No shooting star, reckless in flight

Burns in the night

Wild is the love she gave to me

Only the rain knows where she grows

Thunder and me, rambling with my gypsy rose

My love was buried in the spring

I saw her face in blossoming things

One night I thought I heard her sing

Down in the hollow

Now it's been thirty years and three

Every night she calls to me

And for as long as I shall be

I know I'll follow

'Cause there is no hill high as the moon

No river deeper than the sea

No shooting star, reckless in flight

Burns in the night

Wild is the love she gave to me

Only the rain knows where she grows

Thunder and me, rambling with my gypsy rose