Gypsy March

And it's a call to arms We'll march across the land Vowing to make a change 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 We'll march across the land Vowing to make a change 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 Vowing to make a change 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 We'll march across the land Vowing to make a change Among men, with your hands