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TREK FEVER, by                    
First Line: The gypsies are calling
Last Line: I'm on the high road.
Subject(s): Gypsies; Gipsies


The gypsies are calling
On long, winding road.
I rush from my hearthside;
I lay down my load.

The gypsies are singing
Beside the red fire.
There is no one can hold me
For love or for hire.

The gypsies are dancing
Upon the gold hill.
I know that my wild blood
Can never be still.

My life's with the gypsies.
I lay down my load.
My heart's with the gypsies.
I'm on the high road.





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