Gypsy March

And it’s a call to arms
We’ll march across the land
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Among men, with your hands
I was born in a swamp
In a summer spawned of the hottest heat
My father was a roamin’ tramp
My mother was a gypsy sweet
I was conceived in the summer sun
Spontaneous combustion
They say they felt their hearts give way
When mine began to take shape
And it’s a call to arms
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Among men, with your hands
I had a vision when I was ten
Of a caravan across the sands
With beasts and wares and gems and men
Out to start again
Yes, I had a vision when I was ten
Of a caravan across the sands
With beasts and wares and gems and men
Out to start again
And it’s a call to arms
We’ll march across the land
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Among men, with your hands
With your hands (Oh I say)
With your hands (I say)
With your hands (Oh I say)
With your hands (Do you hear me)
With your hands (Oh I say)
With your hands (I say)
With your hands (Oh I say)
With your hands (Do you hear me)
I was born in a swamp
In a summer spawned of the hottest heat
My father was a roamin’ tramp
My mother was a gypsy sweet
I was conceived in the summer sun
Spontaneous combustion
They say they felt their hearts give way
When mine began to take shape
And it’s a call to arms
File in to make a change
Among men, with your hands