Again the morning comes
again he's on the run
sunbeam shining through his hair
appearing not to have a care
pick up your gear and gypsy roll on
roll on
Crossroads, will you ever let him go, No, no, no
or will you hide the dead man's ghost
or will he lie beneath the plain
or will his spirit float away
but I know that he won't stay
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