Laurence Overmire - Gypsy Heart lyrics

Place to place, always Looking, city country farm Or field, some small patch of Ground to call “home” for a Time, people pa**ing in and out Faces of a dream, disappearing The sigh and moan of found and lost Taking and giving bits and pieces of Themselves, each memory a Locket, worn close to the breast Belonging nowhere and everywhere A new road always beckoning The future always unknown, always Re-creating itself.