The four corners of the earth; she searches
With bare feet and solitude
The raging fire within her camp
Calls of the wild inside her
A GYPSY SOUL;
She has no hearth to call her own
Just a raven night
Her eyes as diamond black that tells a tale
Wanderer she is; taken solice
Where the wovles cry
Gypsy soul, "Where do you go?"
With a slight determined smile, where I choose
My destiny is my curse, freedom is my love
All is not naught
For there is a place for a creature as I
A GYPSY SOUL;
Where green grass and wildflowers flow
The babbling brook, and weeping willow
Give me rest, nurture
And the blackest of night, comforts
For her destiny is unknown
And her soul is of a gypsy
The moon her lover
Wind moves her, for her journey is forever
GYPSY SOUL
Restless spirit on endless flight
For I go, "Where I choose
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