A Race of Men
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
and they don't know how to rest.
By : Robert W. Service (A Gypsy's blood)
Thanks Mark for sharing