Gypsy - Ralph McTell

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