Heading north with a driver he knew
 Someone he'd lived with and trusted
 A young woman who trusted him too

 That very same day the young gypsy
 Had come from a farm in the west
 Where the children had played throughout the heat of the day
 Affording the gypsy no rest

 And the gypsy's bones were weary
 And the front seat looked secure
 And the gypsy slept on until the sun it was gone
 And the stars pierced the eyes of the girl at his side

 The next morning's day would be Easter
 He'd dress in his only fine shirt
 And shuffle through clusters of strangers
 With his gaze and his shoes in the dirt

 And the woman who loved him would watch him
 Protect him from curious stares
 For the womenfolk tend to be friendly
 And the gypsy's as young as he's fair

 And the evening brought on laughter
 And jars of bright red wine
 And the gypsy drank some and the gypsy had fun
 And his dancing got wild and the grandmothers smiled

 Sleeping came easily after
 In the arms of the woman that fold
 Up the secrets and dreams of the gypsy
 That will never be sought or be sold
 In fact, they will never be told
 For the gypsy is two years old