Gypsy
(专辑: Not Till Tomorrow - 1972)
Our fathers out of India come And stopped where they found water And the
gadgo boys with their greedy eyes Coveted our daughters, coveted our daughters And the
moon shone into the
seas across the
palms with silver There was music that night in the
dark campsite And the
music made you shiver, to be the
gypsy La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la Across the
deserts our fathers come With dancing boy and bear and drum And the
gadgo boys with their greedy eyes Coveted our freedom, coveted our freedom And we fit in your landscape as the
sixth to the
five senses But the
pastures close as the
cowboy knows And the
world's cut up by fences, to catch the
gypsy La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la And the
colours fade on the
caravans And old roads bend in change And the
vigilantes move us on But still we do remain, and while we do remain Your ways only keep us on the
paths we have chosen When it's cold at night, and the
fire won't light And the
children's hands are frozen, and it's hard to be the
gypsy La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la Oh, the
fire that burns, the
cage, the
key, the
dancer of delight The
flame that burns behind the
eyes Yet flickers in your sight, flickers in your sight And you may die of cold because the
ways that you have chosen Has warmed your hands, but not your heart and left your poor soul frozen Let the
gypsy dance La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la Now if the
gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover That the
flame needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over If the
gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover That the
flame needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over Now if the
gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover That the
flame needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over If the
gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover That the
flame needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over Now if the
gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover That the
flame needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over If the
gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover That the
flame needs air to burn, and soon it'll be all over ...