The morning's bright, the road is long
We ride all night to the dawn
And as he ride, he sing our song
And we sing all day as we walk on the door
OUR FATHER'S BURIED DOWN BELOW
The seas are green, they shimmer to the breeze
They are dancing like us gypsies without you treating ease
So I say, my dear brothers, as you think about
To the big brother's sky, oh, he's looking down, looking down
That's why we fled in the hills
AWAY FROM THE MEADOWS
His strange arms flicker then surround
Well, so raise your voice, way up high
THE CRY OF THE GYPSIES AS THEY SING
So ask me who rides on the past
And raise our glasses up high
No, she worships mother moon, the great peril in the sky
She looks down on us and alive
As we dance like sadists in the night, in the night
Well, this happens to be the choice to save us along
For another day is, you know, approaching
And we, we will vanish with the dime
Like the leaves blowing in the wind, our wagon
Our wagon, our wagon will CARRY ON, CARRY ON