I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy 
To live the Romany way your whole life through
Busking ‘round the world it leaves me thinking
That it’s less a pound I have to give to you

The road’s the shoe that fits, I cant deny it
Now there’s nothing wrong with living on the go
It can be for a week if you can take it
To have to find a place each night to go

To return your lover’s warmth and hear, “I missed you so.”
It’s everyone’s land no one can lay a claim here
Any more than the deep ocean bed below

To answer to no one, but still you’re singing
For your supper out each night in the cold
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home.

I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny
Dear god, like this, I just cannot home to you.