Gypsie Heart from W by Benoit Bordage - feat Julie Marcotte et Jean-Philippe Bélanger

The April world is misted with emerald and gold;
The meadow larks are calling sweet and keen;
Gypsy-heart is up and off for woodland and for wold,
Roaming, roaming, roaming through the green.
Gypsy-heart, away!
Oh, the wind - the wind and sun!
Take the blithe adventure of the fugitive today;
Youth will soon be done.

From buds that May is kissing there trembles forth a soul;
The rosy boughs are whispering the white;
Gypsy-heart is heedless now of thrush and oriole
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of delight
Gypsy-heart beware!
Oh, the song - the song in the blood!
Magic walks the forest; there's bewitchment on the air.
Spring is at the flood.

The wings of June are woven of fragrance and of fire;
Heap roses, crimson roses for her throne.
Gypsy-heart is anguished with tumultuous desire,
Seeking, seeking, seeking for its own.
Gypsy-heart, abide!
Oh, the far - the far is the near!
'Tis a foolish fable that the universe is wide.
All the world is here.

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