The Soul Of A Century/Gypsy melodies
GYPSY MELODIES
I am a gypsy, wild and free,
My forehead is dark and sad;
Only a coarsely woven shirt
My body ever clad.
The woods are my nation and my skies,
From my cap, green branches swing,
A rough-hewn violin I’ve made
To play on while I sing.
My bed, the softly spreading moss;
The thunder is God’s own word.
In spite of all, love forced its way
And my gypsy heart was stirred.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was legally published within the United States (or the United Nations Headquarters in New York subject to Section 7 of the United States Headquarters Agreement) between 1929 and 1977 (inclusive) without a copyright notice. The longest-living author of this work died in 1987, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 36 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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