The Gypsies

Whence come you Tzigane?
I'm from old Bohemia
Whence come you Tzigane? From the Pyrenees
Did you travel far? From the bay of Napoli
Tell me Greybeard what that sigh is for
I am from a land that exists no more

Where the caravans rest giant
Shadows are leaping
While the forest is sleeping
Gipsy songs fill the night
Weary horses turn wondering eyes to the fire
As the white flames expire
Gipsy hearts into flight

Touching the stars all alone in their sorrow
Mellow guitars promise hope for tomorrow

From the gipsies who follow
The winds everywhere
Comes the Romany prayer to be free as the sky

Where go you Tzigane? Home to old Bohemia
Where go you Tzigane? To the Pyrenees
Will you travel far? To the bay of Napoli
Dost thou Greybeard see some distant shore?
Many are my years I can row no more

When the morning is young gipsy
Hearts will be glowing
There's a thrill never knowing what
The journey may bring as the heavens reveal
Nature's wonderful story
In his own gipsy glory every man is a king

Sing gipsy sing of the moon in her splendour
Dream gipsy dream of your love in surrender
From the gipsies who follow
The winds everywhere
Comes the Romany prayer to be free as the sky