I have a gypsy heart -
Home is in a purple guitar
And silver painted paper stars.
I take them with me

I will always be leaving -
I am held by no man, no place
But I now know,
I will always be coming back.

There is something in the trees
The rivers, the lakes, the mountains
And the sea –
Oh! The sea!

The sound of rain conducting
An orchestra on the leaves and underbrush
And the thump of snow falling
From a branch collapsing under the weight

Being made part of the pulse of a night forest
When the creek and the crickets
And nature's creatures all meet together
In a crescendo

There is even something in the city
In faces almost familiar
Because some of them, even if just a few
Know that concert too.

I have a gypsy heart,
I will always be leaving -
If only to remind myself of the beauty
Of a landscape song

That will always be calling me back.