Autum leaves are fallingnThe egale takes to flightnThe open road is a'callingnAs day breaks slowly from the nightnDay breaks slowly from the nightnnAt the breaking of dawn he stepped to the roadnIn the soft early morn he stepped lightlynHumming a song to himself surely owednAnd all through the day he stepped hightlynAll through the day he stepped highlynnThey call him the roving gypsy boynHe'll never choose to staynThey call him the roving gypsy boynA rambler in his daynA rambler in his daynnTen thousand miles away from homenTen thousand miles or morenTen thousand miles he chose to roamnLike an eagle he did soarnCoast to coast and shore to shorennHe rose up in the east and set for the westnTraveling the whole world all overnSearching for something that he loved the bestnLike a free living gypsy wild rovernA free living gypsy wild rovernnThey call him the roving gypsy boynHe'll never choose to staynThey call him the roving gypsy boynA rambler in his daynA rambler in his daynnHe left the high road to live on the lownAnd all different kinds he met therenPlenty were the good folknMany were the foenBut they all were his friends when he left therennThere's a lot more to gain from this living than wealthnThere's a lesson to learn with devotionnBe kind to all others as well as yourselfnOr you'll drift like a boat out on the oceannDrifting like a boat out on the oceannnThey call him the roving gypsy boynHe'll never choose to staynThey call him the roving gypsy boynA rambler in his daynA rambler in his daynnThey call him the roving gypsy boynHe'll never choose to staynThey call him the roving gypsy boynA rambler in his daynA rambler in his dayn