The Gypsy King

Drawing a line

A ship in a harbour

Yes I will go

I’ll be going there soon

A blue map of

Cornwall Up on a bedroom wall

Drawing a line

I’ll be following soon

But how do

I follow?

What road to be choosing?

Do I follow the star

Or the gypsy king?

I recall when

I was younger

There was a fire

To travel the world

And shine with a passion

But as ambition shoots blank

Day by Day

On a train from

Edinburgh

To the Kings

Cross rain….

I see a small house

Built on the sea

I could live there alone

With a horse and a ukulele

But how do

I get there?

What road to be choosing?

When the seasons so high

For losing

How do I follow

What road to be choosing?

Do I follow the star

Or the Gypsy

King?