Original Broadway Cast - The Gypsy Lyrics

ROCHESTER
I see a flame in the palm of your hand
Oh sister
You're peevish and puny and spoiled and bland
Oh sister

You have no principles, you have no taste
Your education was truly a waste
Don't be upset, girls, this has to be faced
Sweet sisters

I see a man in your future, my dear - auspicious
But his claims of wealth and title I fear are fictitious
You marry the scoundrel, and soon after that
You bear him a child and then you get fat
Lucky for you he leaves both of you flat
Dear lady

I see a journey you're planning to take
Oh sister
Believe me, my child, it's a fatal mistake
Oh sister
The road holds great danger, you'd better stay here
There's someone you long to be close to, my dear
He's not so far out of reach as you fear
Dear sister

JANE
And who might he be, mother?

ROCHESTER
I'm getting tired of this masquerade
Oh sister
Do you forgive me for this odd charade
Dear sister