vagabond make a princess of me

Blackmore's Night

There s been many a crooked path
That has ended me here
Tired, broken and wearing rags
Wild eyed with fear

There s much more to this vagabond
Than the eye can see
You can see me through different eyes
Make a princess of me...
Door to door with a heavy heart
Try to stave off the cold
In the distance a gypsy cart
Filled with thieves and rogues

Sing for supper and sing for pence
A song s all I have to give
With a fiddle and with no rest
Singing only to live
Through the window a golden glow
Families gather round
Here outside it starts to snow
Silence the only sound