Gypsy

Our fathers out of India come
And stopped where they found water
And the gadgo boys with their greedy eyes
Coveted our daughters, coveted our daughters
And the moon shone into the seas
Across the palms with silver
There was music that night in
The dark campsite
And the music made you shiver
To be the gypsy

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Across the deserts our fathers come
With dancing boy and bear and drum
And the gadgo boys with their greedy eyes
Coveted our freedom, coveted our freedom
And we fit in your landscape as
The sixth to the five senses
But the pastures close as the cowboy knows
And the world's cut up by fences
To catch the gypsy

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

And the colours fade on the caravans
And old roads bend in change
And the vigilantes move us on
But still we do remain
And while we do remain
Your ways only keep us on
The paths 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

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Oh, the fire that burns, the cage, the key
The dancer of delight
The flame that burns behind the eyes
Yet flickers in your sight
Flickers in your sight
And you may die of cold because
The ways that you have chosen
Has warmed your hands
But not your heart and left
Your poor soul frozen let the gypsy dance

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Now if the gypsy cannot dance
In your heart you may discover
That the flame needs air to burn
And soon it'll be all over
If the gypsy cannot dance
In your heart you may discover
That the flame 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 flame needs air to burn
And soon it'll be all over
If the gypsy cannot dance
In your heart you may discover
That the flame 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 flame needs air to burn
And soon it'll be all over
If the gypsy cannot dance
In your heart you may discover
That the flame needs air to burn
And soon it'll be all over