Down the roads I've always traveled,
they keep me here inside these walls,
I know it's time to change the scenery,
as I hear that gypsy horn,
it calls,

Staying still is not my option,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do,
To have a place to call my own now,
A place to love and be with you,

Say the word,
& there I will be,
To fly there with angelic wings,
I'll call upon those native angels,
I always hear the song they sing,

If it should be my time to go now,
To join you in that earthly loam,
Finally my feet will have some rest then,
and nowhere left for them to roam,

It doesn't matter where you are dear,
beside you is where I'm at home.

Cherie Nolan© 2016