Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose 
I was led on I suppose 
For the Gypsy was always out of reach 
I crossed her palm with silver just to know 
What the future had to hold 
But she only turned her back on me 
The Gypsy said no man could make her stay 
I followed anyway 
Living only day to day 
I left the rose as quiet as the night 
Whatever she felt then, she kept inside 

Ah, the years they seemed to change my Gypsy's soul 
She grew weary of the road 
Looking round for a better way to live 
She traded in her caravan for gold 
Pretty things to have and hold 
Always wanting more than I could give 
Came the day I just had to go 
She screamed "I should have known 
But I never thought I'd fall" 
I said "You're the one who had the crystal ball 
Perhaps you never saw me there at all" 

Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose 
It was Romany I chose 
I was only caught up in a dream 
If you see someone wearing Gypsy clothes 
Be wary of the pose 
For she may not be all that she seems 
The Rose moved on, she left here long ago 
For where, nobody knows 
Just to find another life 
I think about her sometimes in the night 
I never knew the red rose from the white 

Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose 
I was torn between the Gypsy and the Rose