Gypsies and Unicorns
1. When I was young, I read of a man Who travelled the lanes in his old caravan He set out to roam and he carried his home Round on wheels, knew how it feels to be free Chorus: So, close tight your eyes now and dream of the dancer And the tune of the fiddler, and the flickering fire For the truth in the morning when the dancing is over Is just piles of…