By Bob Franke

The song of gypsy Davy rang delighted through the night,
The wise and foolish virgin kept her candles burning bright,
Rise up, my young and foolish one, and follow if you can,
There'll be no need for candles in the arms of such a man.

Make love to each other; be free with each other,
Be prisoners of love 'til you lie in the sod,
Be friends to each other, forgive one another,
See God in each other, be beggars to God.

The night was cold and dark and wet as they wandered on alone,
The sky became their canopy and the earth became their throne,
And as their raiment ran to rags, they thought it nothing wrong,
For earth and sky are robe enough, when you sing the gypsy song.


They sang and played the gypsy song wherever they were sent,
To some, it seemed a dancing tune; to some, a sad lament,
But in every heart that heard them true, a tear became a smile,
And a pauper or a prince became a gypsy for a while.


Jim Hancock guitar, vocals
Jim Lillquist hammered dulcimer
Diane Rügger vocals
Malcolm Smith violin


As performed on the recording:
World Turned Upside Down and
Songs of Love (and Other Silly Stuff)

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