Heart of the Gypsy

A gypsy is what I am My face is painted with sorrow and joy I am poor and humble But my heritage makes me rich Many look at me and turn away But I mean no harm My eyes are deep and dark My soul burns as bright as the sun My tears fall like the rain As I sing of a love long lost Into the night I dance As my spirit takes flight Brothers, sisters, uncles We all have stories to tell We are one people Our blood fills the one river we sail My heart burns with the passion Of a nomad woman Music is my life and My life is my music The campfire burns bright The smoking wood crackles like Fierce leather whips as we make A Toast! to our ancestors I do not know what the future holds for us While we journey through wondrous lands Our legacy thrives as The Roma people live on