The Gypsy King - Patrick Wolf

Drawing a line

A ship in a harbor

Yes, I will go

I’ll be going there soon

A blue map of Cornwall

Up on a bedroom wall

Drawing a line

I’ll be following soon

But how do I follow?

What road to be choosing?

Do I follow the star

Or the gypsy king?

I recall when I was younger

There was a fire

To travel the world

And shine with a passion

But as ambition shoots blank

Day by day

On a train from Edinburgh

To the Kings Cross rain

I see a small house

Built on the sea

I could live there alone

With a horse and a ukulele

But how do I get there?

What road to be choosing?

When the season’s so high

For losing

How do I follow

What road to be choosing?

Do I follow the star

Or the gypsy king?