Gypsy Rose

My love is like a gypsy rose
 Wild is the only way he grows
 Out where the sweet July wind blows
 He blooms over yonder
 His voice is like a mountain stream
 Washes me clear, washes me clean
 I walk along the banks serene
 Where he will wander
 There is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
 No shooting star, reckless in flight, burns in the night
 Wild as the love he gave to me
 Only the rain knows where he goes,
 Thunder and me, ramblin' with my gypsy rose
 And on the day when we were wed
 Up to the altar he was led
 Lay like a prisoner in my bed
 Oh, how we shivered
 So I built a house to keep him in
 Guarded him from the sun and wind
 But in the autumn he grew thin
 In winter, he withered
 There is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
 No shooting star, reckless in flight, burns in the night
 Wild as the love he gave to me
 Only the rain knows where he goes,
 Thunder and me, ramblin' with my gypsy rose
 My love was buried in the spring
 I see his face in blossoming things
 One night I thought I heard him sing
 Down in the hollow
 Now it's been thirty years and three
 Every night he calls to me
 And for as long as I shall be
 Well I know I'll follow
 And there is no hill high as the moon, no river deeper than the sea
 No shooting star, reckless in flight, burns in the night
 Wild as the love he gave to me
 Only the rain knows where he goes,
 Thunder and me, ramblin' with my gypsy rose