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INTRO PHRASE
The summer still lingers in the sky,
As evening draws on, the caravans go by,
As darkness draws a lantern,
there's a light,
A fire is burning, flames of golden bright!
Dancing round the fire, the flames enhancing,
Music fills the air, the dancer appears,
Eyes of emerald green, and black
hair flowing,
All begin to clap as barefoot she reels.
Tra la lah, la la la,
Tra la lah, tra la la la la la lah.
MAIN THEME
1
We are the gypsies, and we know,
As the sun
comes up again,
They'll drive us off what they call 'private land',
They'll move us again, from our home land.
2
We are the gypsies, and we know,
As the sun comes up
again,
They'll drive us off what they call 'private land',
They'll move us again, from our home land.
FINAL PHRASE
I can see the fire as it lingers,
And my
family cries among the ashes,
I can see the fire as it lingers,
But me, I've got to go,
I was a free man, in my caravan,
Gypsy caravan, keeps on rolling,
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