My gypsy heart has been left broken
Even if the evening sky still opened
Would you be there waiting for me?
A nomad man, so wild and free Waiting is the hardest part, you cannot love like a roaming lark who cannot fly and cannot flow cannot stay, has to go.
I will often search the sky and find a sweet memory of me and you
When you see the moon and Venus I hope you remember me too
Come home is all you could say
Maybe tomorrow or another day
When I am sure and certain
Of no more tears or hurtin’
Much Love 💜 Much Life