Oh, her feet tell the story of love and pain
A constant journey in the rain, she's a Gypsy
The dirt on her nails are from different lands
And from each land, there is a man who made her cry
And every tear that fell down would fall down on her sword
Heal the bloody wounds from the ground
And the ground would bring strength for her to keep moving on
When she felt the urge to turn around
Oh-woah-woah, woah, doo-way-oh
Woah-woah-woah, woah, doo-way-oh
Her feet tell the story of a lonely life
For she will never be a wife or a mother
Her skin hath been darkened by the sun's bright light
And many nights, the moon has lit her as she wandered
But when those nights would grow cold, she would wrap herself tight
Crave for other arms to keep her warm
And in her sleep, she would dream of the hearts that she broke
Every night, a different face, another storm
Oh-woah-woah, woah, doo-way-oh
Woah-woah-woah, woah, doo-way-oh
And we all pity the men who all loved her
For they never thought she would wander
But, oh, little did they know
The girl had plans to go
She had Gypsy feet
And when she left them, their hearts all do empty
Every night, they wait for her return
In their dreams, they are constantly reaching
Wanting
They're touching, yet never holding
They're crying, oh, and they are shouting
Praying for her to come home
Yes, her feet tell the story of love and pain
A constant journey in the rain, she's a Gypsy
The dirt on her nails are from different lands
And from each land, there is a man she left behind
Not one night passes by where he won't whisper her name
Smell her perfume in his bed
With each hour that fades of his loneliest day
It's a voice that he hears in his head
Singing sweetly
Oh-woah-woah, woah, doo-way-oh
Woah-woah-woah, woah, doo-way-oh
Woah-woah-woah, woah, doo-way-oh
Woah-woah-woah, woah, doo-way-oh
Doo-way-oh
Doo-way-oh
Doo-way-oh