Bright Side of the Sun

Gypsy fortune teller
Tell me, what do you see?
Can you tell the weather
For me?

Oh, could you — never mind
I won’t waste your time
Anymore
I don’t know why I’m here
I just saw the sign
On your door

Gypsy fortune teller
Tell me, what do you know?

Walk a little nearer
It’s alright
She says, look into the mirror
Of my eyes

But she doesn’t seem to mind
Doesn’t seem to mind
That I see
The bright side of the sun
Burning with a love:
Ecstasy, oh

Gypsy fortune teller
This one’s on me
Gypsy fortune teller
Tell me, what do you see?