C.E. Sk**ing - Gypsies lyrics

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C.E. Sk**ing - Gypsies lyrics

A gypsies song has called me softly on an evening breeze as though a ripple in an ancient pool before the winter there could freeze It asked me of my intention and also of my love that I might sing this song of mine skyward, as to a lovely dove I remember the images of the gypsy wagons of old filled with their mystery and terror as my grandmother told “They'll swoop down and get ya!” she'd say with a gleam and I would shiver and quake hiding from gypsies in a dream She told me not to worry that dreams would pa** and go off into the four winds as gentle breezes blow A long time has pa**ed since I last quaked and dreamed of gypsies in wooden wagons while my grandmother gleamed