Whence come you Tzigane ? Im from old Bohemia Whence come you Tzigane ? From the Pyrenees Did you travel far ? From the bay of Napoli Tell me Greybeard what that sigh is for I am from a land that exists no more Where the caravans rest giant shadows are leaping While the forest is sleeping Gipsy songs fill the night Weary horses turn wondering eyes to the fire As the white flames expire gipsy hearts into flight Touching the stars all alone in their sorrow Mellow guitars promise hope for tomorrow From the gipsies who follow the winds everywhere Comes the Romany prayer to be free as the sky Where go you Tzigane ? Home to old Bohemia Where go you Tzigane ? To the Pyrenees Will you travel far ? To the bay of Napoli Dost thou Greybeard see some distant shore ? Many are my years I can row no more When the morning is young gipsy hearts will be glowing Theres a thrill never knowing what the journey may bring As the heavens reveal natures wonderful story In his own gipsy glory every man is a king Sing gipsy sing of the moon in her splendour Dream gipsy dream of your love in surrender From the gipsies who follow the winds everywhere Comes the Romany prayer to be free as the sky
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