A Romany lad is singing alone
Under a pine on the top of a hill.
Small stars shine dimly overhead,
And, save for his singing, the night is still.
"Out o fthe dust and the dirt and the throng
Come out of the city to me, lass dear,
For your eyes are tired, though your heart be strong;
Come out to the freedom awaiting you here.
"Come out on the trail that's as wide as the world,
The trail of true living and love, my dear,
Where there's never a chance for the soul to be tired
Though the body cry 'Weary' when stars appear.
"For the Romany road brings a life of content,
With a Romany lad to love you, sweet;
There are days that are sunlight and nights that are space,
And ever a road lies long at our feet."