By: Wayne Brown
What’s over that next hill, down in that valley there?
Is the ocean really blue or green and do I really care?
There sure is a lot of this world out there to see
Do I really want to do it or is it just that gypsy in me?
They say the Canadian Rockies are a snow-covered sight
Others claim the Northern Lights cannot be beat at night
Then there’s the desert sands, too vast for eyes to see
Do I really need to go there or is it just the gypsy in me?
The women of Spain are said to have the most beautiful hands
The grapes of California are among the finest grown by man
The world is such a wondrous place from sea to shining sea
Do I really want to see it all or is it just that gypsy in me?
Are the pastures really and truly greener on the other side?
Are there places I can heal and hide my foolish pride?
The world is an awesome place so big, wild, and free
Do I want to experience it all, or is that gypsy calling me?
They say that books and imagination can take you anywhere
They say that one can visualize all the places far and near
The mind and books are awesome things there for you and me
Do I really want to go there, or is it just the gypsy in me?
Oh the wanderlust mind and the beauty of worldly places
Cause my mind to wonder and search for distance spaces
My curiosity longs for some new, exciting places to be
Should I shrug it off as just the calling of the gypsy in me?
A gypsy wanderer never finds roots in any given spot
They spend their life on the roam and foregoing all I’ve got
Yet there is a spot in my heart that knows they are truly free
Should I answer the call or is it just the wandering gypsy in me?
Sitting by this campfire with my horse standing near
There’s awe and beauty all around me in spaces here
I’ll leave the world to others and a cowboy I will be
Happy with all I have and tip my hat to the gypsy in me
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