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?