heather sprigs and pollen bee
silver birch and tall pine tree
wagon whells rolling
fancy free
thats the gypsy life for me
yellow flowers of the furze
sandy trails
where sounds not heard
quiet havens beneath the sun
where deer and fox and rabbits run
dogs in packs and fires a lit
horses ponies
bridals and bit
pegs of wood
and tins of pan
the dark dark tan
of the gypsy man
stews of rabbit
hedgehog pie
herbal potions
for the eye
floral sprays
kissed by the sun
bare foot children
free to run
carts gayly painted by hand
dance and song
and merry bands
with sparks that fly
into the open sky
and miles of heathered countryside
on the move
by ordered law
no regard to rich or poor
vagabond diddy coy
common vested one and all
all branded by mans laws
roll the wagon wheels
one more time
drink the freedom with the wine
when men were free to taste the vine
and run the winding whispering windy trails
so let us dance just one more time
and listen to the gypsy ryhme