I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy To live the Romany way your whole life through Busking round the world it leaves me thinking That it s less a pound I have to give to you The road s the shoe that fits, I cant deny it Now there s nothing wrong with living on the go It can be for a week if you can take it To have to find a place each night to go There s nothing wrong with wondering if there s more to life than this To return your lover s warmth and hear, I missed you so. It s everyone s land no one can lay a claim here Any more than the deep ocean bed below To answer to no one, but still you re singing For your supper out each night in the cold I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny Dear god, like this, I just cannot home. I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny Dear god, like this, I just cannot home to you.