Lemurian Gypsy Camp

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic…

We had laughed and cried and said
we would dance for many more years Leonie
But… the fates intervened
with their scissors
snipping the thread of life so suddenly

So, I’m dancing for you now, as I have never danced before
Leading the celebration of your life
Here in the Gypsy Camp.

Form a circle everyone
And dance the last dance with us.

You will always be in our hearts.

With a gentle kiss Leonie
Sleep peacefully darling
May our ravens carry your spirit gently
to the Cave of the Enchantress
and her Bower of Bliss