i m sighing tonight from summer love o gypsy john though the ice is running rings around the pond you went ramblin in the fall and left this late november squall now the sunshine fires are smouldering my muddy mind is molding i m staving off a love gone cold and the rain keeps rolling on i m yearning for blue skies and your big blue eyes o gypsy john though your july alibis have come and gone love s a broken windowpane sopping up the winter rain the wood s too wet for burning howling winds come churning will you be returning gypsy john was i just a restless caress a slippery kiss o gypsy john in your scrambles for the squire of avalon are you ever coming back to my lonesome leaky shack i m stuck here in the muck and murk december blusters on the lurch will blizzards blow me clean berserk before your ramblin s done the wood s too wet for burning howling winds come churning will you be returning gypsy john 