Gypsy

A single freight train whistle calls
Across the deep blue night
A Gypsy heart like thistledown
Begins a lonely flight.

Across the country's reaches, to
It's farthest far-flung port,
Searching, always searching, for a
Kindred Gypsy heart.

Dream'n, always dream'n, as a
Dreamer always does,
Of things that never happened
On a day that never was.