In country life and gypsy lore
when skies were blue and trees were tall
when farmers locked their pens at night
with young men's bodies full of sprite
on heather-ed down and village green
where artists bold would paint the scene
where baccy pipes and fire lights glow
would lighten our world in times of snow
when country lass and laddies danced
upon the green to true romance
where bells did ring each Sunday morn
where birds did sing and love was born
where orchards branches hung with fruit
where daisy chains and lilies roots
where tractors rolled across the downs
where vardos spread their ways around
the gypsy queen smoked her clay pipe for free
whilst one could hear the buzz of bees
with scent of heather gorse and fern
where sheep did wean their lambs just born
the old town clock struck each hour
within streets of ancient histories towers
whilst school kids ran to greet each day
whether back at school or holiday
in country life and gypsy lore
the artist poet went to war
with easel's brush oil and plan
whilst the poet etched the world of man
when life was rich in time and space
where each young man did know his place
where rivers flowed through country scene
from springtime joys to Halloween