In daylight we are children holding our mothers' hands
In nighttime we are Bohiemiens traveling in our gypsy band
The day can get so boring, of school we often tire
While waiting for the night to come so we can dance beside the fire
With rings on our fingers and bells on our toes
We sing to the moon where ever she goes
The violin plays quickly by the fire's light
The wise owl takes in the sight
Of our scarves waving through the air
As we stick flowers in our hair
By day we sit patiently waiting for the night
And when the sun begins to fade we're gypsies by twilight.
