We come as we please And we leave on the breeze Away........
Distance As an image of warm blue air The ***** man denies seditious writhings Coming in proud bursts of creation Irrespective of soil or culture Bursting thirsting creation Heathen fertility Haphazard geography Lust of life beyond life
Screaming gadgetry can cowards make Tight cages can our spirits break But love is broad and clean Fickle and immortal The soil from whence we came Without permit or permission With honour and with relish The ***** man denies nothing Not one word at all
And on and on The fairground moves on Away
By Phil Roberts
Actually, I'm only half gypsy.....just the restless half :)