Some stay at home they decline to roam
Staunch salt of the earth
They settle down in the family town
To care and tend the hearth

All thanks to them us travelling men
Pack up our meagre load
With a skip and a dance and quick backward glance
We're on the rebellious road

It's pregnant thrills what's beyond Yon hills
River bends endlessly beckon
A yearning to know where the winding lanes go
And approaching highways to reckon

Not silver and gold or stories untold
Stir the blood of the gypsy rover
No promise of heaven or glitzy gifts given
Could capture or steal our hearts over

To lay down and dream by a murmurous stream
Mother nature whispers your name
A gentle breeze tease on old birch...