Gypsy Feet

A poem about the wandering man

He's got gypsy feet
And a rose behind his ear
he's not sure which road
he'll follow this year
he just knows the summer air
is telling him its time to be free again
its not that he doesn't love her
its not that he doesn't care
he's just got gypsy feet
and a rose behind his ear
you can't hold him down
you can't keep him restrained.
he'll love you in the winter
hold you tight in the old cold air
just know that he'll be gone
when the wind brings that sweet
smell of spring again
whispering in his ear
the road is clear again
its not that he doesn't love her
its not that he doesn't care
He's just got gypsy feet
and a rose behind his ear
The road is calling to him
singing that sweet refrain
its not that he doesn't love her
its not that he doesn't care
he's just got gypsy feet
and a rose behind his ear