This Heart of Mine
This old gypsy heart of mine
roaming through the fields again
lost in lone beats of the flamenco
yearning for another song to send
Gentle highs and woeful lows
battles both large and small
nesting as the trade winds blow
aching again to hear your call
This old gypsy heart of mine
never known a place that's home
traveling trails through darkest night
where not even stars are shone
But even if this heart is broke
these pieces still crave to mend
with a gentle touch within the night
and soothing soul, to call a friend
*You know when it's time to walk away*
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