Another variation on the theme: Beggars to God Words & Music by Bob Franke The song of Gypsy Davy rang delighted through the night The wise & foolish virgin kept her candle burning bright Rise up my young & foolish one & follow if you can There'll be no need for candles in the arms of such a man Chorus: Make love to each other, be free with each other Be prisoners of love til you lie in the sod Be friends to each other, forgive one another See God in each other: be beggars to God The night was cold & dark & wet as they wandered on alone The sky became their canopy, the earth became their throne And as their raiment ran to rags, they thought it nothing wrong For earth & sky are robe enough when you sing the Gypsies' song They sang & played the Gypsies' song wherever they were sent To some it seemed a dancing tune - to some, a sad lament But in ev'ry heart that heard them true a tear became a smile And a pauper or a prince became a Gypsy for a while ©1983 Telephone Pole Music Publishing Co(BMI)
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