Gipsy Song
Reading edition
Gipsy, gipsy, gipsy girl! April’s at the door, April’s whistling through the wood— Must I call once more? Gipsy, gipsy, gipsy girl! Keen across the night Hylas flutes among the pools And the road’s moon-white. Gipsy, gipsy, gipsy girl! Must I whistle still, Waiting at your silent door On the ferny hill? Moonlit road and breaking sea, Wet wind from the south! Gipsy, all your lover lacks Is your scarlet mouth!
Sara Hamilton Birchall