I went to the gypsy fairground where I first meet gypsy Jo
We went upon the Ferris well seems so long ago
Her father was a tailor and her mother was a queen
She took me on the spinning wheel she was my swinging scene
One time i remember when the vardos reached the sky
the grass was green and thick with dew with rabbits running bye
there were birds upon the branches where the willow spreads its fall
their were gypsy children dancing long before the fall
the piano accordion was playing from the tattoed man
the gypsy gal was dancing tambourine upon her hand
the fire was a glowing the sparks they flew so high
their were pastures and a haystack with a river running bye
the folki they were blessed them with children by the score
with packs of dogs a chasing tails and tales of long gone wars
the music that they played then was rich in words and tone
i kissed her neath the raging sun and loved her more n more
the foxes were on the hilltops hidden from our view
there was heather n gorse a stretching from alderney to poole
the sands of time have rolled along and the tides of surf will sap
the beaches where they carried the shawls and loving mats
there were tinkers then and traveler's n johnny onion was in tow
the fairgrounds offered substance and the harvests were a show
the darts did fly upon the cards and the bumper cars did spin
there was candy floss and coconut shies and sweets for uncle Jim
the days are gone when we cut grass and sliced the wood and cane
when flowers were made on canford hills wish we could go back again