The wind whistles over the heath,
The moonlight flits over the flood;
And the gypsy lights up his fire,
In the darkness of the wood.
Hurrah!
In the darkness of the wood.
Free is the bird in the air,
And the fish where the river flows;
Free is the deer in the forest,
And the gypsy wherever he goes.
Hurrah!
And the gypsy wherever he goes.
~ a gorgio gentleman speaks.
Girl, wilt thou live in my home?
I will give thee a sable gown,
And golden coins for a necklace,
If thou wilt be my own.
~ gypsy girl.
No wild horse will leave the prairie
For a harness of silver stars;
Nor an eagle the crags of the mountain,
For a cage with golden bars;
Nor the gypsy girl the forest,
Or the meadow, though gray and cold,
For garments made of sable,
Or necklaces of gold.
` the gorgio.
Girl, wilt thou live in my dwelling,
for pearls and diamonds true?
I will give thee a bed of scarlet,
And a royal palace, too.
~ gypsy girl.
My white teeth are my pearlins,
My diamonds my own black eyes;
My bed is the soft green meadow,
My palace the world as it lies.
Free is the bird in the air,
And the fish where the river flows;
Free is the deer in the forest,
And the gypsy wherever he goes.
Hurrah!
And the gypsy wherever he goes.
