06-12-2013, 01:14 PM
The path well traveled, and the ones unknown,
The mountain paths, and the forest overgrown,
I've seen the high, and I've seen the low,
Been in the sky... I've been down below,
No place undiscovered, no stone unturned,
No path not traveled, no trail not burned,
A gleam in my eyes, and the wind in my soul,
Like a stone down a mountain, you cant stop this roll,
I step in a rhythm, and I sing in a rhyme,
The open road beckons, I've only got time,
Do what you will, call it a curse, spit in the mud,
Coursing through these veins is Gypsies Blood.
The mountain paths, and the forest overgrown,
I've seen the high, and I've seen the low,
Been in the sky... I've been down below,
No place undiscovered, no stone unturned,
No path not traveled, no trail not burned,
A gleam in my eyes, and the wind in my soul,
Like a stone down a mountain, you cant stop this roll,
I step in a rhythm, and I sing in a rhyme,
The open road beckons, I've only got time,
Do what you will, call it a curse, spit in the mud,
Coursing through these veins is Gypsies Blood.