Where does she go to?
My gypsy beloved
My warrior dream,
My Irish queen,
My fragile petal
My self supreme
Where is that spirit
So free to laugh
Now so drown in grief
So wide eyed and frightened
So full of disbelief
That she sits in the shadows,
That she pushes life away
Where did she go to
How long will she stay?
Where is the one
So joyous to be seen
So involved in the moment
So lost in her dreams?
The flower that opened
The face that smiled
Who laughed
Who danced
Who sang,
Who was once so alive
Where did she go to?
Where is the one
With the streaming pink hair
With attitude a plenty
With love to be shared
When will she return
Shall she ever be the same
Where does she go to?