Gypsy Cowboy

The moon beamed down so lightly on distant field of clover
The gypsy cowboy wanders because he know it’s over
And everything so quiet the town is down in slumber
His cowboy lady mutters “let’s roll another number”

Oh, oh so sad
The trouble that’s in this old world makes me so sad
Oh oh so sad mama cried

And O’er the field of clover an angel band was singing
With maidens throwing roses and heaven’s lights were screaming
Calling through the darkness the voice of one man’s brother
Spouting discontent words of one way up or the other

Oh, oh so sad
You build it up you tear it down home it makes me so sad
Oh oh so sad mama cried