Septembers rain casts her shadow above the emerald painted Vardo
The sky hovers low on this day, and despite all her might the sun could not penetrate her clouded prison
Normal participants in this game of life would shelter in such circumstance
But the rain, she is the canopy of our life
As embraced by us as the stars which give us passage
Our children dance to her rythm as the limp fire desperately fights to provide warmth through the storm
We are Gypsy

Mary emerges into the darkness, from deep within the shelter the hands of her grandfather crafted
Her hair, coal black flowed more wild than any river
Her soul as free as a new born child
And her eyes, that colour is yet to be named
But to feel the touch of her cappuccino skin, that was the desire of all who's eyes bore witness to her beauty
Her heart a timepiece, each beat measured the seconds by which the world aged
For when her heart falters, i know my world shall cease
We are Gypsy

Our bodies are cleansed by the streams and rivers where the minnow dance
Our bodies dried by the air that surrounds us, and the sun when she finds us
We are as rooted to this earth as the ancient redwood
But, we are different
The only taste for our tongue is the creatures who once roamed this place by our side, and the produce provided by earth herself
Thirsts are quenched by the coulds and ancient springs

Our women hold a beauty unbeknown to mankind, and once the youth has wilted from their eyes
Then all of the beauty they hold is in the knowledge of the earth, and all of her worldly enchantments

After all, We are Gypsy