A song for today

GYPSY GO BOY
 
Sweet holy Jesus, sweet mother of God
It’s whiter than white, before ever you’re born
It’s the Christian message
Delivered with such scorn
It’s gypsy go boy go.
Get back on the road
 
I’m on the road; I got the sun on my back
I’ve got apartheid feelings buried deep in my heart
Since way back when I was four years old
Around the campfires at night
I heard the stories told.
 
There were killings and beatings on the lonesome roads
And the young who died while driven through snow
The old ones perished from hunger and cold
No place to run to
No place to call home.
 
Sweet holy Jesus, sweet mother of god......................
 
We tried your ways, you know, it couldn’t be done
You would never accept us, equal one for one
But you’d come at night to shout
Get out! Move on!
We don’t want your kind here
Come on! Tomorrow be gone.
 
I’m a travelling man
From the travelling clan
I’ve been a part of nature since time began
Don’t bend and twist me
Without taking my hand
This heart inside me
Has the soul of a man.
 
It’s gypsy go boy go.
Get back on the road
It’s gypsy go boy go
And still the dance goes on
 
© Finbar Furey 1997

Gypsy Goboy

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