She was making her way through the fayre
As I came by the coconut shy
Her raven hair
Like gypsies of old,
Yeah, that's when she first caught my eye
I have seen her in many a market square
And I've seen her in fields far and wide
To track her down
And ask her her name
There's no trail that I wouldn't try
Is she just a memory, is she
Something made up for a melody, maybe?
I often wake up in the morning and
I can't recall what is true
She was making her way through the fayre
If I hear that she's travelled afar
To reside in more favourable climes
All over the water I'd happily sail
That raven haired girl for to find
And if I could see with the sight of the sun
Yeah, from which no shadow can hide
I'd pin her down with an arrow of light
And then she'd be a true love of mine
Is she just a memory, is she
Something made up for a melody, maybe?
I often wake up in the morning and
I can't recall what is true
She was making her way through the fayre
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