A song from “Rambler Rose”, 1917.
Words by Harry B. Smith.
Music by Victor Jacobi.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Strange wild music is echoing forever
In all hearts that live in Bohemia the free
Hark it calls us and we resist it never
It thrills us and fills us for love and liberty
Like a bugle note resounding through our dreams
The spirit awakens the call of the blood it seems
Refrain
Come! The magic music calls to you
Come! to gypsy land where hearts are true
Brothers, hand in hand
We’ll roam, rove, laugh, love
Ev’ry artist is a gypsy, too
- Not like others are we who live by dreaming
We’re not of the world
Where all things are bought and sold
Love’s our sunlight
Through clouds and darkness beaming
And pleasure’s a treasure
Worth more to us than gold
Chains we cannot wear
For that free life we long
Our Romany comrades
Have called to us in their song