Gypsy
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Your light shined for sixty-one years
lived it your way
free from burdens most have
From Denver to the West Coast
Mush-Chavvie
We Gypsies forged the nails of the cross
We roam to shake the guilt
Wandering fruitlessly searching for lands that we lost
Afore mother Mary cursed what we Pikeys rebuilt
she's a girl with a sense of wanderlust
she seems so happy but she's just
a remnant of a far-off age
over the days her people change
gone from the roots of a wandering past
my, how it's seemed so fast
She came treading pale footsteps,
in the light of eternal moon,
broken rays intertwining in twigs and leaves,
Fortress of fabric
She says come in
Her eyes glisten with magic
She knows I can’t win
My mother warned me about enchanted women
Spiders in their hearts, be careful or you’ll be bitten
I don't own a lot of things
all i have are these set of strings
i played my way through the southern streams
You don’t know what I’m talking about
You don’t know what I want
You don’t have the ability to read my mind
