Lemurian City of Ladies

Come to the campfire…

Posted in Gypsy Caravan by gailkav on September 5th, 2006

Leave all your woes dire, come to the campfire,
Come to the sound of the tambourine;
Come in a red skirt, come in a gold shirt,
Come to the dance on the Gypsy Green.

Take down the barn doors, make them a dance floor,
Partner your Rom, and sweep up your Queen;
Dance by the camp fire, dance ’til your feet tire,
Dance `neath the moon on the Gypsy Green.

Tell us the old tales, tell us some new tales,
Tell us everything that you’ve done or seen;
Take us down old ways, tell of your young days,
Spin us a yarn on the Gypsy Green.

Now watch the fire die, now hear the owl cry,
Soon the first rays of morning steal over the scene;
Sleep in your caravans, dream of fair atchin tan,
All tuckered out on the Gypsy Green.

Note: atchin tan=camp place

Posted by Gail

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  1. Lori said, on September 6th, 2006 at 12:19 am

    I’m dancing already!

  2. Heather Blakey said, on September 6th, 2006 at 2:13 am

    I am on my way Gail. Too good an offer to refuse.

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