When you first walk upon the floor, your beauty is all they know.
Then as you begin to move to the music, to set your spirit free,
They become awed by your form, your creativity.
Dance, Gypsy, dance beauty for all to see.

As you move about the floor, dance memories of long ago,
Your sad song brings tears to the eyes, for the pain you know.
Our hearts break with pain and torture of a past life.
Dance, Gypsy, dance your grief and your strife.

Your story now changes to happier times of beauty and of love,
Billowing green oceans below, azure skies above.
Tall mountains, fertile valleys, pleasant beaches of glistening sand.
Dance, Gypsy, dance the beauty and happiness of a wealthy land.

Tall ships come to carry you to deserts wide,
Hot glaring beaches never kissed by a cooling tide,
Majestic halls around an oasis, palatial tents on shifting sands.
Dance, Gypsy, dance slaves transported by wandering caravans.

Taken to strange lands with no roots,
You travel the land seeking new pursuits,
Blown across the land like autumn leaves.
Dance, Gypsy, dance gypsies, tramps and thieves.

As times change and wealth becomes abundant,
Your travels appear to many as redundant.
Many are the times that for safety you must flee.
Dance, Gypsy, dance of a struggle to remain free.