Did you see the old gypsy woman? Did you hear her kindly greeting?
She spoke in hushed tones of a winding path,
and she winked at your bones by the village bath
where our skins grow dark beneath my Lord, the Sun –
where we’re bound together, where we join to be One
with the wheels of the water, the moon and stars.
There shall never ring laughter so bold, such as ours.