across my path i met a gypsy
who wants eveything to be beautiful and everyone to be
he weaves a blessed magical spell
with the places he's been and the tales he can tell
he pours his colourful soul into passionate pictures
wears bright shirts with flowers and big coats with furs
he respects my boundaries, accepts me
understands my craziness
encourages me to be
he creates a new world out of bliss
he says he's walked miles barefoot and in other people's shoes
he wants to slap on a dress and I a beard
and we'll get on stage to sing the blues
on my battered me, a mark his soul will sear
then he looks at me with his blue eyes and smiles his sad smile
and I realise I'll never know his demons or the depth of his fears
but I hope he stays a little while
he helps me face me and leaves his peace here