Gypsy Fred

They used to laugh at old Gypsy Fred
And the songs he had in his head
He sang about the stars and the skies
Sang about the truth and the lies

No one heard the tales that he told
They all said that he was too old
Used to call him weak in the head
They all laughed at old Gypsy Fred

The dogs always snapped at his legs
No one would buy Fred's pegs

Then they threw him out of the town
Said they didn't want him around
So he tried the city instead
Busking in the streets for his bread

Suddenly the Gypsy was in
Not to like his songs was a sin
He was feeling fifteen feet tall
Gypsy Fred could fill any hall

But Gypsy Fred was too old to change
Found his new life very strange
Longed for the fields and the trees
Longed for the doors without keys

He left the fame
Went home again

Didn't hear a song in the trees
Please don't think it's only the breeze
This may be an old man's cry
Of love for the earth and the sky

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