Mike Rutherford - Romani Lyrics
There never was a moment I wasnt sureI would be someone who roamed the worldAnd when the time was ready and so was iGet out of here onto the streetsWholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.The life that I was living, the great outdoorsStars up above me everynight, as I lay down my headWholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the wayYoure where you want to be out on the open road againAint that peculiar, youre on youre own againYoure on your own, on your own, I guess you always were.One day you come to realise youre getting oldNo one to share the lonely days, to be togetherWholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the wayToo late to change it all, the gypsy in your blood has goneAint that peculiar, youre on your own againYoure on your own, on your own, until the very end.
