The song of Gypsy Davy rangnDelighted through the nightnThe wise and foolish virginnKept her candles burning brightnRise up my young and foolish onenAnd follow if you can,nThere'll be no need for candlesnIn the arms of such a man.nnMake love to each othernBe free with each othernBe prisoners of love 'til you lie in the sodnBe friends to each othernForgive one anothernSee God in each othernBe beggars to God.nnThe night was cold and dark and wetnAs they wandered on alone.nThe sky became their canopynThe earth became their thronenAnd as their raiment ran to ragsnThey thought it nothing wrongnFor earth and sky are robe enoughnWhen you sing the gypsie's song.nnThey sang and played the gypsy songnWherever they were sentnTo some it seemed a dancing tunenTo some a sad lament.nBut in every heart that heard them truenA tear became a smilenAnd the pauper or a princenBecame the gypsy for awhile.