The Gypsies - Dalida

Whence come you Tzigane?

I’m from old Bohemia

Whence come you Tzigane?

From the Pyrenees

Did you travel far?

From the bay of Napoli

Tell me Greybeard what that sigh is for

I am from a land that exists no more

Where the caravans rest giant shadows are leaping

While the forest is sleeping

Gypsy songs fill the night

Weary horses turn wondering eyes to the fire

As the white flames expire gypsy hearts into flight

Touching the stars all alone in their sorrow

Mellow guitars promise hope for tomorrow

From the gypsies who follow the winds everywhere

Comes the Romany prayer to be free as the sky

Where go you Tzigane?

Home to old Bohemia

Where go you Tzigane?

To the Pyrenees

Will you travel far?

To the bay of Napoli

Dost thou Greybeard see some distant shore?

Many are my years I can row no more

When the morning is young gypsy hearts will be glowing

There’s a thrill never knowing what the journey may bring

As the heavens reveal nature’s wonderful story

In his own gypsy glory every man is a king

Sing gypsy sing of the moon in her splendour

Dream gypsy dream of your love in surrender

From the gypsies who follow the winds everywhere

Comes the Romany prayer to be free as the sky