A YOUNG GYPSY 
(Words & Music by Joan Baez) - 1973
 

A young gypsy fell out in a slumber 
Heading north with a driver he knew 
Someone he'd lived with and trusted 
A young woman who trusted him too 

That very same day the young gypsy 
Had come from a farm in the west 
Where the children had played throughout the heat of the day 
Affording the gypsy no rest 

And the gypsy's bones were weary 
And the front seat looked secure 
And the gypsy slept on until the sun it was gone 
And the stars pierced the eyes of the girl at his side 

The next morning's day would be Easter 
He'd dress in his only fine shirt 
And shuffle through clusters of strangers 
With his gaze and his shoes in the dirt 

And the woman who loved him would watch him 
Protect him from curious stares 
For the womenfolk tend to be friendly 
And the gypsy's as young as he's fair 

And the evening brought on laughter 
And jars of bright red wine 
And the gypsy drank some and the gypsy had fun 
And his dancing got wild and the grandmothers smiled 

Sleeping came easily after 
In the arms of the woman that fold 
Up the secrets and dreams of the gypsy 
That will never be sought or be sold 
In fact, they will never be told 
For the gypsy is two years old