Text: Dan Fogelberg. Gypsy Wind.

I still recall the place
When I first felt your gypsy wind playin' on my face
That summer's long since gone
But gypsy winds have ways of staying on

Voices from our past still insist on arguing
That love will never last
Though our hearts may turn
It's only when you listen that you learn

And I wonder at the ways
The strands of love meander
Through our close and distant days

The blood of passion plays
Burns our thirsty souls
And chases reason far away, far away, hey

And still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me back again

Growing wise with age, we come to see the printing
Through the pictures on the page
And something's always lost
The gain is always tempered by the cost

And I wonder at the ways
The strands of love meander
Through our close and distant days

The blood of passion plays
Burns our thirsty souls
And chases reason far away, far away, hey

And still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me back again

And still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me back again