Friday, August 12, 2005

My rehearsal - the Vagabond Song





Like you, I can remember other days,
The early morning air so fresh and clean,
Caravans as bright as popinjays,
Moving through a world forever green.
They called us vagrants in those days, my friend,
And what were we but entertainers,
Travellers on a road that has no end.

Like you, from crossroad dance to county fair,
I followed the road wherever it might lead,
From country byways to the city square,
From lake to shore, and always we were free.
They called us vagabonds and rogues, my friend,
And what were we but entertainers,
Drifting in an ocean without end.

That’s why we thought we knew each other well,
Even though we’ve never met before;
What you and I know only we can tell,
Of days of freedom lost in gypsy lore.
The world may change, but we do not, my friend,
For what are we but entertainers,
Voices in a song that has no end.

4 Comments:

At 8:04 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Beautiful, Gail, just beautiful.

Vi

 
At 9:10 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

Such a fine piece of work --
and I will read it aloud
a time or two ..

before I steal it ;-)

faucon

 
At 6:31 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Gail this is a work of truth...keep singing your lovely songs..

 
At 5:29 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

I was spellbound Gail and I love the outfit. Clearly you have been in Pandora's Box.

 

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