Текст песни Cliff Richard - Gypsy Bundle
Cliff Richard - Gypsy Bundle слова песни
This huddling in my coat, this gypsy bundleIn liverpool, in squalor cast adriftA dirty ragged mess of desperationThough devil-touched I took as gods giftNo history, no owner, no rhyme, no reasonNor explanation of his sorry stateAnd yet with all the fire of the survivorI couldnt leave itI couldnt leave it to its fateWhat are we to do with it? Dirty, ragged, coloured breedWelcome it with open arms? Welcome one more mouth to feed? Could your own blood not provide youWith the gratitude you need? We will call the boy heathcliff!And every man on earth conceals a secretOn which he feeds and yet tears him apartAnd in this child so great that complicationWill surely destroy the strongest heartAnd as you fall into the traps he sets youAnd as youre drawn to cross his reckless lineAnd as I watch you peer into his darknessI pray youll never searchI pray youll never search for mineWhat are we to do with it? Dirty, ragged, coloured breedWelcome it with open arms? Welcome one more mouth to feed? Could your own blood not provide youWith the gratitude you need? We will call the boy heathcliff!