Bite of spring, little kiss of rain
Nature sings with her wild refrain
Heed the call of the old town crier
«I've just seen the first gypsy fire!»
'Round and 'round, higher and higher
Spirits bound by a wild desire
Let it raze the very town entire
All ablaze with a gypsy’s fire!
Sweating heat in the summer steam
Makes a body glisten and gleam
Sunburnt arms in the evening, warm and tight
Slip and slide on a gypsy night
Muscles stretch in the autumn breeze
Ripened vines help to tangle and tease
Harvest comes in the midst of flower and thorn
Bonfires burn 'til the night is worn
Winter snow cannot still the heat
That commands gypsy hearts to beat
Tumbling deep down beneath the furs can bring
Bright, budding gypsies in the spring!
'Round and 'round, Nature’s wheel will turn
In that pattern every heart can burn
Every season as the sun retires--
Watch you sharp for those gypsy fires