Tribe Of Gypsies The Flower
The petals fall and the seeds are sewn
Like the mother's womb that conceived us all
A tiny flower that blooms without a care
This child is born to this heartless place
Time has passed and the flower's strong
Its moonlight bloom shining on an on
I start to wonder - how long can this go on ?
The flower's time coming to its dawn
Now your time has come and the seeds are sewn
To our mother's womb that conceived us all
And I wonder - I'd really like to know
Why the flower's time come into this dawn
Does anybody know
Where do we do ?
Does anybody know
Where do we do ?
And I wonder - I'd really like to know
Why the flower comes and the flower goes