Gypsies

Rustic folks are we,          

Traversing over hills and vales,           

Crossing seas and realms of gold,

The rise and fall of nations.                  

Fames and fortunes of kings have we sung in bards.              

 For we are the fortune tellers,          

 Hold. Sway over man and king alike.  

 For it is their destiny we decide.   

 The Holy Spirits are by our side.   

  No greater gift have we.           

 

To foretell the future as well as the past is what we do best.         

  Its legends and myths we feed on. 

The spirits dance to our tune.    

 For it’s in them that we have placed our trust.         

They serve us in good stead.    

The trinkets and horseshoes are our treasures.    

 No cares in the world have we.        

Some may say we are wastrels.       

But our prophesies are their fantasies.    

Gypsies as they call us. Gypsies we are indeed.