Lyrics of Reg Meuross – The Gypsy Singer

I went to see the gypsy singer lying in his bed
He was talking to the spirits there were spirits round his head
He broke the conversation so that he could talk to me
He said “ Sing your mighty song boy your song will make you free”

Others came to hear his words what words he’d left to speak
His lungs could barely hold a breath his body frail and weak
And every story he foretold all things had come to pass
I went to see the gypsy singer staring through the glass

Communists and anarchist
A life in the red on their unwanted list
These are your family and these are your friends
Your power of attorney when your journey ends

I went to see the gypsy singer Sunday afternoon
Across his prison eyes there passed the memory of a tune
His fingers danced as if to pass the melody to me
He said “ Hear the mighty song boy your song will make you free”

He said I hear birds singing like I’ve never heard before
A distant freight train whistle like a terrifying roar
And the stars hum low the sweetest tune the heavens’ lullaby
I went to see the gypsy singer staring at the sky

Rambin’ Jack and Cisco too
All these coffee bar folk singers singing for you
These are your children and this is your wife
The breath of their love is the breath of your life

I went to see the gypsy singer in his Sunday shoes
He said “You know I ain’t crazy I just got these crazy blues”
“None of this is real” he said “they’re just in it for the loot
Get yourself a guitar sonny get yourself a suit”

And so I wore the gypsy’s suit when my turn came around
And on that night the lightening flashed I heard the thunder pound
But all the while the song of stars played gentle in my head
I went to see the gypsy singer he whispered “I ain’t dead”