Gypsy March

And it's a call to arms
 We'll march across the land
 Vowing to make a change
 Among men, with your hands
 I was born in a swamp
 In a summer spawned of the hottest heat
 My father was a roamin' tramp
 My mother was a gypsy sweet
 I was conceived in the summer sun
 Spontaneous combustion
 They say they felt their hearts give way
 When mine began to take shape
 And it's a call to arms
 We'll march across the land
 Vowing to make a change
 Among men, with your hands
 I had a vision when I was ten
 Of a caravan across the sands
 With beasts and wares and gems and men
 Out to start again
 Yes, I had a vision when I was ten
 Of a caravan across the sands
 With beasts and wares and gems and men
 Out to start again
 And it's a call to arms
 We'll march across the land
 Vowing to make a change
 Among men, with your hands
 With your hands (Oh I say)
 With your hands (I say)
 With your hands (Oh I say)
 With your hands (Do you hear me)
 With your hands (Oh I say)
 With your hands (I say)
 With your hands (Oh I say)
 With your hands (Do you hear me)
 I was born in a swamp
 In a summer spawned of the hottest heat
 My father was a roamin' tramp
 My mother was a gypsy sweet
 I was conceived in the summer sun
 Spontaneous combustion
 They say they felt their hearts give way
 When mine began to take shape
 And it's a call to arms
 We'll march across the land
 Vowing to make a change
 Among men, with your hands