Gypsy Rider, your sphere is rolling,
On crystals icy rough,
And through the vagueness showing,
Crimes of Sacredness
by Cary Kembla. Performances and production by the folk at Studio X, Nashville, Tennessee
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GYPSY RIDER
Gypsy Rider, you have splashed through
Rains of poisonous love
That streaked down your cheek
And onto your goat hide gloves
Gypsy Rider, all he sees
The bull can tear apart
But he cannot stop your restless heart
Gypsy Rider, you've been searching
For that riverbank of glittering stones
Gypsy Rider, you've been searching so long
When you gonna find a place to call your home?
Gypsy Rider, your sphere is rolling
On crystals icy rough
And through the vagueness showing
Crimes of Sacredness
Gypsy Rider, the raven's flying
Across your windy world
Telling tales of salt and pearls
Gypsy Rider, you've been searching
For that riverbank of glittering stones
Gypsy Ride, you've been searching so long
When you gonna find a place to call your home?
Gypsy Rider, you've been searching
For that riverbank of glittering stones
Gypsy Ride, you've been searching so long
When you gonna find a place to call your home?
© 2019 Cary Kembla
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