The forest of old holds a secret, I'm told
And if you travel far enough, you'll find an old glade enclosed
Circle of protection around the old gypsy wagon
To lure you in with magic beyond all comprehension
The power to see the future
And the magic to see the past
Look in the crystal ball and you may see the proper path
Sealed in a magic stone
Kept in a forest old
The journey now begins as I finally go
I seek the secrets
I seek them all
The magic that hides
In your crystal ball
The present, the past
Forthcoming my future
The pleasure, the pain
Truth and the rumors
I see my face
Reflecting in the ball
I seek my fate
The future tells me all
I see my face
Now it's too late
I seek my fate
Oh, crystal ball!
(Joey Solo)
The forest is cold, but my desire is hot
To ask the gypsy woman all the questions I've got
With the full moon arising on the woodland horizon
I now know in my heart that I am finally close
The twisted path turns as I finally reach the glade
And there the gypsy woman is waiting for me
Invited inside, I take a seat at her table
What once was fantasy, is now no longer a fable
I seek the secrets
I seek them all
The magic that hides
In your crystal ball
The present, the past
Forthcoming my future
The pleasure, the pain
Truth and the rumors
I see my face
Reflecting in the ball
I seek my fate
The future tells me all
I see my face
Now it's too late
I seek my fate
Oh, crystal ball!
(Joey Solo)
(Joey Solo)