Gypsies moving about the land
feel the desire to roam.
They won't allow their feet to stop
or let them feel at home.
In one place and then another
with eyes burning bright
follow the stars and seek new places,
never fearing what's not in sight.
They'll just gaze into the crystal ball
to see what the future brings.
Around the campfire with sparks aglow
the sound of a gypsy sings,
'where oh where shall we travel to?
Tell us the way we should go.'
And the answer comes again to them.
'Follow the stars and you'll know.'
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