of kushti talk and gypsy lore
the old man hooper told it all
he spun those yarns
as he lent upon his garden wall
though old and wiser now in years
with aches and problems shed in tears
he spun the yarns and told it all
when days were free upon the moors
his stories free to man and beast
full of famine and full of feast
his promises were rich in store
when he was young upon the moors
the vardo caravans were rich
in style and comfort by the ditch
where rabbits ran and fox did prowl
across the heaths and yonder boughs
there was a time when gypsy ran
amongst the heathers bracken's sons
when zunners laughed out in the rain
till fairgrounds came to ease their pain
he told his yarns to cat and man
of life afore the homes of man
were bricks and mortar and not of van
when ponies ran free upon these lands
when flowers made and heathers sold
when rainbows led to pots of gold
a time of freedom set for kings
the gypsy life was on the whim
the old mans stories set in stone
the hopes and fears left wandering
the tales of clan and gypsy lore
the sounds of song and laughter rich
upon the heath close to the ditch
his repertoire of fable true
handed down to me and you
of sacred stories not left untold
from the gypsy man out in the cold