Gypsy Fred - The Koobas

They used to laugh at old Gypsy Fred

And the songs he had in his head

He sang about the stars and the skies

Sang about the truth and the lies

No one heard the tales that he told

They all said that he was too old

Used to call him weak in the head

They all laughed at old Gypsy Fred

The dogs always snapped at his legs

No one would buy Fred’s pegs

Then they threw him out of the town

Said they didn’t want him around

So he tried the city instead

Busking in the streets for his bread

Suddenly the Gypsy was in

Not to like his songs was a sin

He was feeling fifteen feet tall

Gypsy Fred could fill any hall

But Gypsy Fred was too old to change

Found his new life very strange

Longed for the fields and the trees

Longed for the doors without keys

He left the fame

Went home again

Didn’t hear a song in the trees

Please don’t think it’s only the breeze

This may be an old man’s cry

Of love for the earth and the sky

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