| Lyrics: | GYPSY'S WARNING
Do not trust him, gentle lady, though his voice be low and
sweet
Heed not him who kneels before you, gently pleading at thy feet
Now thy life is in
its morning; cloud not this thy happy lot
Listen to the gypsy's warning, gentle lady, heed him
not
Listen to the gypsy's warning, gentle lady, head him not
Do not turn so coldly
from me, I would only guard thy youth
From his stern and withering power, I would only tell the
truth
I would shield thee from all danger, save thee from tempter's
snare
Lady shun
the dark-eyed stranger, I have warned thee, now beware
Lady shun the dark-eyed stranger, I have
warned thee, now beware
Lady, once there lived a maiden, pure and bright, and like
thee,
fair
But he wooed and wooed and won her, filed her gentle heart with
care
Then he heeded not her weeping, nor cared he her life to save
Soon she perished, now
she's sleeping in the cold and silent grave...
Keep thy gold, I do not wish it. Lady, I
have prayed for this
For the hour that I might foil him, rob him of expected bliss
Gentle
lady, do not wonder at my words,so cold and wild
Lady, in that green grave yonder lies the
gypsy's only child
Lady, do not heed her warning. Trust me, thou shalt find me
true
Constant as the light of morning I will ever be to you
Lady, I will not deceive thee,
fill thy guileless heart with woe
Trust me, lady, and believe me; sorrow thou shall never
know
Stranger, I've been thinking sadly, how you promised, wooed and
won
How her innocent love gladly heard fair words, built hopes
thereon
Now she's
in the cold ground sleeping by the river's moaning wave
And the willows now are weeping o'er
that maiden's early grave
Warnings from that grave do tell me, and a living voice I
hear
Of a wooer who would seek me, pleading by a love sincere
That without me, life is
sorrow; take this hand and heart of mine
Promise bliss for every morrow, then forsake me, let
me pine
Stranger, I will heed the warning coming from the river's side
Flowers you
strew there in the morning, I'll renew at eventide
There we'll walk, but not together, for the
gypsy tells me true
Mourns her child in tears that smother every kindly thought of
you
Lady, every joy would perish, pleasures all would wither fast
If no heart could
love and cherish in this world of storm and
blast
E'en the stars that gleam above
thee shine the brightest in the
night
So would he who fondly loves thee, in the
darkness be thy light
Down beside the flowing river where the dark green willow
weeps
Where the leafy branches quiver, there a gentle maiden sleeps
In the morn a lonely
stranger comes and lingers many hours
Lady, he's no heartless ranger, for he strews her grave
with flowers
Lady, heed thee not her warning, lay thy soft white hand in
mine
For I seek no fairer laurel than the constant love of thine
When the silver moonlight
brightens, thou shalt slumber on my
breast
Tender words thy soul shall lighten, lull
thy spirit into rest
Down beside yon flowing river, there bereft where willows
weep
There must lie that fair one ever. Stranger, why these vigils
keep?
Why go
there alone and early, all those mornings flowers to
strew?
Did you love, in truth,
so dearly? Do you grieve as others do?
@gypsy @courtship @death
printed in Folk
Songs Out of Wisconsin
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