The gypsy

Everything seemed under control

Till i met the rom

The gypsy girl, I mean

She told me off

A real tzigane

Twenty or so

And free as a bird

A lark would do

A real one that roams around

Catches you inside

And mirrors floating

Powdered nose

Eyes aglow

She had a golden tooth

And was an hour glass

Short sight

The Rumanians came in

Chased from her clan

Her father squandered in Berlin

Sister dancer, flamenco I believe

Arsa, con dios !

Carolina de Buenos Aires

Remember me

Jan of Ross in 96

Fondled his ass

Astray, astray

The saying says

Treat well the rom

The people of the song lines

The people of the voyage

And nothing bad can happen to you

Farewell, the trip goes on

For caravans slowly creep

Amongst canals

And wet fields of early morn with dew

I raise my hat

And promise I’ll go

And never turn back.