The gypsy could already tell
Our lives were blocked by night on night
We said farewell to her and right
Away Hope hurtled from the well
Love heavy as a hungry bear
Danced tall with our two wills for tethers
The bluebird shuffled off its feathers
The beggars lost the will to prayer
We're bound for hell and know full well
But on the way in hope of love
We hand in hand go thinking of
All that the gypsy's words foretell