If I had my way, I'd live among the gypsies
If I had my way, that's where I'd love to stay
They'd call me "nobody's child"
I'd hear the call of the wild
I'd love to stop at farms and stretch my arms
And breathe the new-mown hay
If I had my way, I'd travel with the gypsies
Where they laugh and play and ev'rything's okay
I'd love to give my face a coat of tan
Trav'lin' thru the country in a caravan all day
If I had my way |