Gypsy Song

Our fathers out from India come
And stopped where they found water
And the georgio boys with their greedy eyes
They coveted our daughters, they coveted our daughters
And the moon shone into the sea and crossed our paths with silver
There was music at night and the dark outside
And the music made you shiver, to be the gypsy

Across the desert our fathers come
A dancing boy, a mere and drum
And thе georgio boys with their greedy eyеs
They coveted our freedom, they coveted our freedom
And we fit in your landscape as the sixth to the five senses
And the pastures close as the traveler knows
And the world's cut up by fences, to catch the gypsy

And now the colors fade on the caravans
And all roads bend and change
And the vigilantes move us on
But still we do remain, and while we do remain
For your roads only keep us on the path that we have chosen
When it's cold at night, and the fire won't light
And the children's hands are frozen, and it's hard to be the gypsy

Oh, the fire that burns, the cage, the key, the dancer of delight
The flame that burns behind your eyes
Still flickers in your sight, flickers in your sight
And you may die of cold because the path that you have chosen
Has warmed your hands, but not your heart and left your cold soul frozen
Let the gypsy dance

Now if the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
That the fire needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over
If the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
That the fire needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over

Now if the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
That the fire needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over
If the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
That the fire needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over