If I Had My Way, I'd Live Among The Gypsies

If I had my way, I'd live among the gypsies If I had my way, that's where I'd love to stay They'd call me "nobody's child" I'd hear the call of the wild I'd love to stop at farms and stretch my arms And breathe the new-mown hay If I had my way, I'd travel with the gypsies Where they laugh and play and ev'rything's okay I'd love to give my face a coat of tan Trav'lin' thru the country in a caravan all day If I had my way