"Gypsy In The Photograph" lyrics - MICHAEL JOHNSON

The gypsy in the photograph
Has a laugh you've seen before
Some nights you'd give anything
Just to bring her to your door

Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade

Looking through a dusty trunk, amid the junk you found an album
Though you never knew her well, you could tell she loved her fun

Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade

In a dream you dreamed there was something very strange
And you woke up quickly but you still could hear the names
Magpie, evil eye
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one's life

Grandma said when you were born
That the ram's horn filled the glade
The damp night and your mama's cries
Made your eyes a darker shade

Well the old ones say that your mama strayed
But nobody's talkin' 'bout the beds she made
You could hear her laugh on a sunny day
Comin' down the road with a gypsy blade

Then a golden charm that she gave to you one night
What was it that she softly cried when you were out of sight
Oh Magpie, evil eye
You won't take, you won't take, you won't take this one
You won't take, you won't take, you won't take this one
You won't take, you won't take
You won't take this one's life

The gypsy in the photograph
Has a laugh you've seen before