Gypsy
Gypsy waits for no one
No one can keep her
Not even kindness can hold her for long
There’s a shining young prince
In the veils of her sleeping
When she wakes, he’s gone
And the shapes of bright visions
Alive in the dark
Patiently mingle, restful and waiting
For the dawn to arrive
In a pale orange mist
Dissolved in the white light of day
Waking day, it’s a phantom reality
All you children hold on
To the Pied Piper’s coat-tails
As his footsteps go wandering
Till one day you find he’s gone
All this she will tell you
Over and over
Lightly she loves, if ever at all
For the sun stays too long
And the night leaves too soon
You can see her fall
Into Paradise gazing
With closed eyes. Amazing
The answers found only in dreams
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
1970. The oldest of my songs. Written when I was only 19, it is the sole
survivor of the scores I wrote as a teenager. Inspired by and dedicated
to a neighborhood girl with whom I almost developed a relationship. The
lyrics should tell you why it never happened, if you read between the lines.
I made some slight changes to the melody, and a change in
the final 3 lines in 1995, when I recorded it. Aside from that, the song
was virtually unchanged in 35 years.
— Glen
Gypsy