The gypsy woman

The gypsy woman at that old fair,
With her ragged hair,
And failing sight,
Foretold my future.

With her eyes almost blind,
She seemed as if she could see my soul.
Don't look back at what you have left behind,
Stop searching and you may find.
That is the advice,
The old gypsy woman gave.

Everything will be fine,
A little sunshine,
A little rain,
A little laugh,
A little pain,
A formula that God gave,
That which we called life,
She said with a smile.

With her advice,
I said my goodbye.
To that old gypsy woman
With secrets in her eyes,
Although she was blind.

I shook the dust of yesterdays
off my shoes,
And silently pray,
That all she said will be true.

Not very structured... Might have to tweak a little.