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D |
D7 |
G |
C |
D |
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The song of gypsy
davy rang delighted through the night |
| |
| |
G |
D |
|
Em |
A7 |
|
The wise and foolish
maiden kept her candles burning bright |
| |
| |
D |
D7 |
G |
C |
D |
|
"Rise up my young
and foolish one, and follow if you can |
| |
| |
G |
D |
Em |
A7 |
D |
|
They'll be no need
for candles in the arms of such a man" |
| |
| Chorus |
| |
| |
D |
|
D7 |
|
|
|
Make love with each
other, be free with each other |
| |
| |
G |
|
Em |
A7 |
|
|
Be prisoners of love
till you lie in the sod |
| |
| |
D |
|
D7 |
|
|
|
Be friends to each
other, forgive one another |
| |
| |
G |
|
Em |
D |
|
|
See god in each
other, be beggars to god |
| |
|
The night was cold and dark and wet as
they wandered out alone
the sky became their canopy and the
earth became their throne
And as their raiment's ran to rags
they thought it nothing wrong
For earth and sky are robe enough when
you sing that gypsy song |
| |
|
They sang and played that gypsy song
wherever they were sent
to some it seemed a dancing tune, to
some a sad lament
But in every heart that heard it true
a tear became a smile
And a pauper or a prince became a
gypsy for a while. |
