they were as free as the birds that sing in the trees
with handed down verse and old memories
they haunted the heaths then and they rode o'er the downs
like a tribe that was home there so in tune with the ground
they say that a rolling stone gathers no moss
with the song of the thrush and the gooday to the toffs
they rode in the cities and the great springing towns
but they were home on the heath bedded down on the ground
with the fairgrounds a calling and the Ferris wheel sounds
like those carousel melodies strumming around
there were gypsies and turners with travelers free
from the hills of the lodges to the bourne of the sea
you could see all their kinfolk all gather-in free
with their banter and talk of pure history
the steps that they trod then were sandy n grit
they offered such wisdom with fires all lit
across England's heath lands of common land free
the gypsies roamed homeward through old alderney
where few men were freemen and talk is was cheap
they gathered their prayers and rode down to the sea