Whence come you Tzigane? I’m from old Bohemia Whence come you Tzigane? From the Pyrenees Did you travel far? From the bay of Napoli Tell me Greybeard what that sigh is for I am from a land that exists no more
Where the caravans rest giant shadows are leaping While the forest is sleeping Gipsy songs fill the night
Weary horses turn wondering eyes to the fire As the white flames expire gipsy hearts into flight
Touching the stars all alone in their sorrow Mellow guitars promise hope for tomorrow
From the gipsies who follow the winds everywhere Comes the Romany prayer to be free as the sky
Where go you Tzigane? Home to old Bohemia Where go you Tzigane? To the Pyrenees Will you travel far? To the bay of Napoli Dost thou Greybeard see some distant shore? Many are my years I can row no more
When the morning is young gipsy hearts will be glowing There’s a thrill never knowing what the journey may bring As the heavens reveal nature’s wonderful story In his own gipsy glory every man is a king
Sing gipsy sing of the moon in her splendour Dream gipsy dream of your love in surrender From the gipsies who follow the winds everywhere Comes the Romany prayer to be free as the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
