
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Gypsy's Fire |
Bite of spring, little kiss of rain |
Nature sings with her wild refrain |
Heed the call of the old town crier |
«I've just seen the first gypsy fire!» |
'Round and 'round, higher and higher |
Spirits bound by a wild desire |
Let it raze the very town entire |
All ablaze with a gypsy’s fire! |
Sweating heat in the summer steam |
Makes a body glisten and gleam |
Sunburnt arms in the evening, warm and tight |
Slip and slide on a gypsy night |
Muscles stretch in the autumn breeze |
Ripened vines help to tangle and tease |
Harvest comes in the midst of flower and thorn |
Bonfires burn 'til the night is worn |
Winter snow cannot still the heat |
That commands gypsy hearts to beat |
Tumbling deep down beneath the furs can bring |
Bright, budding gypsies in the spring! |
'Round and 'round, Nature’s wheel will turn |
In that pattern every heart can burn |
Every season as the sun retires-- |
Watch you sharp for those gypsy fires |