(modern day gypsy)

 

 

There's white caps on the mountains.

There's green in the valley below.

 

 

 

 

Folks are coming into the village,

Most of whom I don't know.

 

 

 

 

Gypsies with decorated wagons,

Colored tassels on bridles and hames.

 

              

 

 

 

Noisy children, dogs and little bells,

 

 

           

 

 

Many rides and games.

 

 

 

        

 

 

 

 

They circled their wagons at the edge of town,

Just this side of the creek.

 

 

 

They pitched the show tents with signs on the front

Of monsters, girls and freaks.

 

                               

 

                                                                                                        

 

 

                                                               

 

 

The kids dug out their nickels and dimes,

And gave them up with a frown.

 

 

 

 

 

But, they would never be the same again

After the carnival came to town.

 

 

 

They would see the wild man from Borneo,

 

 

And a fortune teller from Peru.

 

 

They would thrill to the juggler with the funny hat,

And the many things he could do.

 

  

 

They would watch the dogs jump through burning hoops,

And a lady on the tight wire.

 

                                  

 

 

 

 

They would see a giant snake from the Amazon,

 

 

 

 

 

And a black man breathing fire.

 

 

 

They went home tired and excited

With cotton candy on their chins.

 

 

 

 

 

They talked about it for days

And their faces hurt from their grins!