Gypsy Bundle Lyrics - Cliff Richard

This huddling in my coat, this gypsy bundle 

In Liverpool, in squalor cast adrift 

A dirty ragged mess of desperation 

Though devil-touched I took as God's gift 

No history, no owner, no rhyme, no reason 

Nor explanation of his sorry state 

And yet with all the fire of the survivor 

I couldn't leave it 

I couldn't leave it to its fate 

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What are we to do with it? 

Dirty, ragged, coloured breed 

Welcome it with open arms? 

Welcome one more mouth to feed? 

Could your own blood not provide you 

With the gratitude you need? 

We will call the boy Heathcliff! 

And every man on earth conceals a secret 

On which he feeds and yet tears him apart 

And in this child so great that complication 

Will surely destroy the strongest heart 

And as you fall into the traps he sets you 

And as you're drawn to cross his reckless line 

And as I watch you peer into his darkness 

I pray you'll never search 

I pray you'll never search for mine 

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What are we to do with it? 

Dirty, ragged, coloured breed 

Welcome it with open arms? 

Welcome one more mouth to feed? 

Could your own blood not provide you 

With the gratitude you need? 

We will call the boy Heathcliff!