Gipsy Girl

Once I was a gypsy girl, but now I'm a rich man's bride,
With servants to wait on me while in my carriage ride;
While in my carriage ride, while in my carriage ride,
With servants to wait on me while in my carriage ride.

When I was strolling one day down a London street,
A handsome young squire was the first I chanced to meet;
He viewed my pretty brown cheeks, which now he loves so well,
He says, "You, my gypsy gal, will you my fortune tell?
Will you my fortune tell, will you my fortune tell,
He says, "my little gypsy girl, will you my fortune tell?"

"Yes sir, kind sir, please hold to me your hand.
You have many fine mansions in many foreign land.
But all those fine young ladies, you've cast them all aside,
I am the gypsy girl who is to be your bride.
Who is to be your bride, who is to be your bride,
I am the gypsy girl who is to be your bride."

He took me, he led me, to a pleasant quiet shore,
With servants to wait on me and open my own door.
And open my own door, and open my own door,
With servants to wait on me and open my own door. Danas sam pronašla inspiraciju u drugim bloggericama, koje kao i ja obožavaju gipsy look. Taj pradavni način života, koji nas fascinira svojim lagodnim i nesputanim stilom, inspira nas da se zapitamo što je naša svakodnevna bit. Pjesma, ples i užitak življenja najvažniji su jer nam je prekratko naše postojanje da bi ga tratili na brige i probleme. Njihov stil, modni izričaj i način interpretacije shvaćanja svega oko nas neka nam bude smjernica u našim skrivenim stranama srca.