Tracy Grammer - Gypsy rose

My love is ^Dlike a gypsy ^Grose Wild is the ^Conly ^Dway he ^Ggrows Out where the ^Csweet Ju^Dly winds ^Bmblow He blooms over ^Cyon^Dder

^GHis voice is ^Dlike a mountain ^Gstream Washes me ^Cclear, wash^Des me ^Gclean I walk a^Clong the ^Dbanks se^Bmrene Where he will ^Cwan^Dder

^GThere is no ^Dhill high as the ^Emmoon No river ^Cdeeper ^Dthan the ^Gsea No shooting ^Dstar, reckless in ^Emflight Burns in the ^Bmnight Wild as the ^Emlove he ^Dgave to ^Cme Only the ^Grain knows where he ^Dgoes ^B7Thunder and ^Emme ^DRambling ^Cwith my ^Dgypsy ^Grose ^{D G C D G}

And on the ^Dday that we were ^Gwed Up to the ^Caltar ^Dhe was ^Gled Lay like a ^Cprisoner ^Din my ^Bmbed Oh, how we ^Cshi^Dvered

^GSo I built a ^Dhouse to keep him ^Gin Guarded him ^Cfrom the ^Dsun and ^Gwind But in the ^CAutumn ^Dhe grew ^Bmthin In winter, he ^Cwith^Dered

^GThere is no ^Dhill high as the ^Emmoon No river ^Cdeeper ^Dthan the ^Gsea No shooting ^Dstar, reckless in ^Emflight Burns in the ^Bmnight Wild as the ^Emlove he ^Dgave to ^Cme Only the ^Grain knows where he ^Dgoes ^B7Thunder and ^Emme ^DRambling ^Cwith my ^Dgypsy ^Grose

My love was ^Dburied in the ^Gspring I see his ^Cface in ^Dblossoming ^Gthings One night I ^Cthought I ^Dheard him ^Bmsing Down in the ^Chol^Dlow

^GNow, it's been ^Dthirty years and ^Gthree Every ^Cnight he ^Dcalls to ^Gme And for as ^Clong as ^DI shall ^Bmbe Well, I know I'll ^Cfol^Dlow

^GThere is no ^Dhill high as the ^Emmoon No river ^Cdeeper ^Dthan the ^Gsea No shooting ^Dstar, reckless in ^Emflight Burns in the ^Bmnight Wild as the ^Emlove he ^Dgave to ^Cme Only the ^Grain knows where he ^Dgoes ^B7Thunder and ^Emme ^DRambling ^Cwith my ^Dgypsy ^Grose