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The Gypsy Dance Of Life

The Gypsy Dance Of Life

Last night I watched in silence
At the end of the road in forest deep
I hid amongst the trees watching in awe
As the gypsies dance while others sleep
Under the violet hue of the evening sky
Haloed by the evening's golden moon

I watched the gypsies dance and sing
As the flames from bonfires leaped high in the air
Dark haired women in shawls and beads
Happily dancing and twirling without a care
Casting their spells of magic and enchantment
Performing their honeyed seductions
Blended with aphrodisiacs of scent and sound

Gypsy men with kerchiefs around their necks
Hoops of silver adorning their ears, singing their songs
Children laughing, dogs barking
As if they're singing right along
Oh, I so wanted to join them as I stood watching in awe
Envious was I of their freedom and joy

Caravans painted in bright images and colors
Tamborines jingling as velvet shadows danced in the night
Skirts swirling, gold and silver bangles on their arms
Dancing 'round the bonfire's fiery light
Accordions singing, with happy notes from a fiddler's bow
As they sang and danced barefoot under the moon

And as it is so...in the coming dawn once again...
It will be time for them to pack and move on
With a last meal served the caravans
Will be ready to make another journey long

"Gather yourself up gypsy girls
Wonderful as it may seem...
A gypsies' life is never their own
Time to move on
Time to find another home
You must have gypsy blood
In order to survive"

As their wagons move along the dusty trail
They'll be looking for a place to camp
A place to call home... at least for awhile
A place to hang their colored paper lamps
Until...
Suddenly... a cry rings out

"Stop the wagons, ring the bells
We've found the perfect place
The perfect place for magic spells
Let's feast, dance and make merry
Tomorrow brings a brand new day!"

And so...
The journey goes on
And never ends!

"Gather yourself up gypsy girls
Wonderful as it may seem...
A gypsies' life is never their own
Time to move on, time to leave
Time to find another home
You must have gypsy blood
In order to survive"

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