Lyrics

Yes, they call her Gypsy Abby
Always making time
Yes, they call her Gypsy Abby
I used to call her mine

She rolls away just like the ocean
In the dead of night
Like the hands of time in motion
Like a bird in flight

She glides away
Gypsy Abby, what might be?
Glides away
So quick she cannot answer me

They say she is a fortune teller
She sees for miles around
They say she is a fortune teller
Come lay your money down

That's if you can find Gypsy Abby
Only she can see
What became of Gypsy Abby?
What's to become of me?

She glides away
Gypsy Abby, what might be?
Glides away
So quick she cannot answer me

Yes, they call her Gypsy Abby
Always making time
Yes, they call her Gypsy Abby
I used to call her mine