Free Song Lyrics

I wander freely as the fawn
Which hath not learnt to fear
The death-cry of the hunter’s voice
Resounding far and near;
And bounding through the woods
I feel as if I too could soar,
Bird-like, upon the wings of joy,
And sing for evermore!
Come out, ye pent-up toilers!
Come, from city dark and drear,
And see what gladness Nature has
In all her beauties here;
And ere ye seek your homes, ye’ll say,
Your time has well been spent,
And wish that all the world
Could be, one happy Gipsy tent;
And wish that all the world