Sitting in the corner
Weeping for the past,
The friends I thought forever
Gone away so fast.

I know I cannot hold you
You've gone too fast away,
O'er the mountains of the moon...
To where I cannot say.

A gypsy told me truly,
A heart's a rolling stone
The only one you've claim to
Is the one that is your own.

I've the bit of silken ribbon
That you tied into my hair
And I keep it 'neath my pillow
And I dream you'll find it there.

I dream you'll kiss me softly,
And hold me while I cry,
Wipe away the sorrow,
And love me till I die.

But I know you are a-roving
And you'll not come back again
And the dream it will unravel,
Like a whisper in the wind.

I'm a BAD influence...