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The Gypsy's Leavetaking
I'm a gypsy my darling, and autumn has come.
The leaves are now stirring with the message of the wind
whispering secrets and promises and love.
The call is too strong, honey, now I must go -
To follow the wild breeze, follow my heart.
I must follow the yearning of my spirit and soul.
Oh, restless, oh restless, so dissatisfied-
N'er content is a gypsy, 'less she's on the move.
I'm a drifter, a loner, a seeker of sights.
Bright colors are mine, strange beauty I know.
The summer was peaceful, and happy, and calm.
I thank you my darling, yet still I must be
like my people before me. I move ever on.
A child of adventure, a changeling I am
part human, part magic, the mystery is mine
It courses my veins, it tells me to leave.
I must seek out my birthright, my heritage so free -
I must live out my legacy, I must be just me.
I must see the country my ancestors saw,
and walk ancient paths, love, today I must go.
For the gypsy is in me, their blood in me flows,
as it did in my forebears and will in my child.
Yes, darling, I carry within me your baby.
'Tis best you not see him, for he'll be like me.
Yes, a gazer, a dreamer, the child of a gypsy,
And he'll hold for me memories of a summer long past
when I was young and fell deeply in love
and then had to leave. 'Tis a cruel gypsy way.
But I'll look at your son, and the memories will come -
I'll remember you, darling, remember our love.
I'll treasure my memories as I now treasure you
Say goodbye to me, sweetheart, say hello to your son.
Copyright 2012 Brett Valentine Winn