The Gypsy King

Drawing a line
A ship in a harbour
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 seasons so high
For losing
How do I follow
What road to be choosing?
Do I follow the star
Or the Gypsy
King?