Text: Van Morrison. Magic Time. Gypsy In My Soul.

It's just the gypsy in my soul
Make me pack up my things and go
It may seem like I'm on a roll
But it's just the gypsy in my soul

Layin' out in the midday sun
Tryin' so hard not to run
Looking out at the deep blue sea
I guess it's just the gypsy in me

Jump on that train
Catch that plane
Here and there
And back again

Well it seems like some kind of cruel fate
Keep me moving in this restless state
Sometimes it feels like I don't have any goal
It's just the gypsy

Catch that train
Jump on that plane
Here and there
And back again

Well it seems like some kind of cruel fate
Keep me moving, moving in permanent restless state
Seems like some days I don't have any goal
It's just this gypsy in my soul

Gyp-gyp-gypsy, gypsy, gypsy in my soul
Gyp-gyp-gypsy in my soul soul soul soul soul soul
G-g-gypsy in my soul
G-g-gypsy in my soul