It was a hard hard world they had left behind
Where the wheels did turn and their songs did rhyme
It was a hard hard road with its twisting bends
With its new dawn sights and its clucking hens
It’s a long long time with a dim dim past
Where the smoke did drift and the tales did last
It’s a hard hard story to unfold with its dreams all lost
With its children cold
It was a hard hard reason to tell them lies
To say that it was like heaven beneath the skies
When your hands were cold and your belly weak
All your journeys long and your spirit bleak
Oh it’s a long long journey from start to end
So cock an ear and let’s pretend my friend
There were rabbits free around each bend
Friends and neighbors for money yet to lend
The chavvies they played upon the downs with barefoot steps with laughing sounds
The old uns sat around the yog and told of dreams within the bog
The chaffinch trilled and the adder squirmed amongst the gorse each sunny morn
Where the vardo rested and the young men dreamed
And kissed the girls and made them scream
It was a hard life looking back amongst the broom and alder downs n back
Where the work was hard cutting peat and selling craft to mushes feet
The stories told and the lies were spun of how we all had such good fun
With blistered hands and swollen feet and little monies
But we had those dreams.
Said The Gypsy Poet