(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

    A young gypsy fell out in a slumber
    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

    © 1973 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

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