The gypsy ran away to an island in the south
My love, sweet love, with berries in his mouth
Somewhere in the wind he smells sweet perfume
My love, sweet love, whistling a turn
The gypsy boy said you own my heart
You hold it in your loving hand
And you carry it beside you
In your sweet and lonesome way
And it is all that I can do to make it through
Notes upon the strings
So lovely while he sings his song, his song
If only I had wings I would fly away
To highland gathering
My love, sweet love, I love to hear you play