A darkling soul of splendor

And a name to call my own

All that I am lacking

Is a place to call my home

All around me's chaos

Of a Gypsies home of wood

I really want to run away

Yet I'm wondering if I should

They have been my family

Through the good times and the bad

I'll never now forget all the

Good times that we had

Abandoned as I was at birth

These good folk took me in

Raised me to the tune of the earth

The horses were my hymn

The waxed cloth was my hunting ground

The whittling blade my knife

And this is all I've ever known

All throughout my life

Now I turn away from dreaming

To the world around me now

Yet sometimes I still wonder how

I ever dreamed of leaving them

My family for good

They pleaded that I stay with them

And stay with them I could

A darkling soul of splendor

And a name to call my own

I'm never truly lacking

Of a place to call my home