To hug a special summer breeze
To kiss a dark cloud racing past
To hold clear water in your hand
To love a gypsy is like this

No way to hold him tight and close
No way to ever be assured
That he will be there when you wake
For gypsies have such restless feet

And when he is compelled to stride
Toward the dawn or setting sun
Or follow summers breezes call
Alone like in his younger days

Hell find a change, hell find that he
Has something precious with him now
That walks those lonely roads with him
And keeps his thoughts forever tied

A woman loved him without bonds
That could be seen or touched
Her souls beside his on his journey
No longer will he roam alone