Gypsy March Songtext

I was born in a swamp

In a summer spawned of the hottest heat

My father was a roamin' tramp

My mother was a gypsy sweet

I was conceived in the summer sun

Spontaneous combustion

They say they felt their hearts give way

When mine began to take shape



And it's a call to arms
We'll march across the land

Vowing to make a change

Among men, with your hands



I had a vision when I was ten

Of a caravan across the sands

With beasts and wares and gems and men

Out to start again

Yes, I had a vision when I was ten

Of a caravan across the sands

With beasts and wares and gems and men

Out to start again



And it's a call to arms

We'll march across the land

Vowing to make a change

Among men, with your hands



With your hands (Oh I say)

With your hands (I say)

With your hands (Oh I say)

With your hands (Do you hear me)

With your hands (Oh I say)

With your hands (I say)

With your hands (Oh I say)

With your hands (Do you hear me)



I was born in a swamp

In a summer spawned of the hottest heat

My father was a roamin' tramp

My mother was a gypsy sweet

I was conceived in the summer sun

Spontaneous combustion

They say they felt their hearts give way

When mine began to take shape



And it's a call to arms

We'll march across the land

Vowing to make a change

Among men, with your hands