A darkling soul of splendor
And a name to call my own
All that I am lacking
Is a place to call my home
All around me's chaos
Of a Gypsies home of wood
I really want to run away
Yet I'm wondering if I should
They have been my family
Through the good times and the bad
I'll never now forget all the
Good times that we had
Abandoned as I was at birth
These good folk took me in
Raised me to the tune of the earth
The horses were my hymn
The waxed cloth was my hunting ground
The whittling blade my knife
And this is all I've ever known
All throughout my life
Now I turn away from dreaming
To the world around me now
Yet sometimes I still wonder how
I ever dreamed of leaving them
My family for good
They pleaded that I stay with them
And stay with them I could
A darkling soul of splendor
And a name to call my own
I'm never truly lacking
Of a place to call my home