Some people think that gypsy life is romantic
candle lit vardos and women dancing in scarves while children ride horses in the moonlight
tinker and fortune tell as we travel through the country side.
Maybe in the olden days, maybe this was true
my great grandmother used to travel with a dancing bear in tow
and children from the villages wanted to travel along too.
But now it's not so easy, to lead my gypsy life
from car park to car park, each time met by police
people want to fight you, say you steal and dont belong.
We don't belong in your world, it's as simple as that
so we're given travellers sites by sewrage farms and motorways
out of sight is out of mind,
Out of sight is out of mind, like the racism and abuse we have to put up with,
and where are our friends in blue then?
they're with the bailiffs evicting gypsys from another site, putting more people on the road ... homeless again.
It'll be us next.
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