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Kris Drever - Harvest Gypsies lyrics
In October we will come a hundred and fifty thousand strong When the picking’s over we’ll be gone, they call us the harvest Gypsies We only came because we must, we were driven here by dust And they won’t even look at us we’re only harvest Gypsies There’s apricots in Santa Clair in Cain County they have apples there and the grapes are growing everywhere for the harvest Gypsies In a walnut grove I met a man who lost a child before San Fran Where strangers they don’t understand we are the harvest Gypsies The hardest it’s ever been I sold my blankets for gasoline it’s only hunger I have seen Now I’m a harvest Gypsy The gondolas the railway lines, filled with men when it is time drawn by the orange and the limes oh, the harvest Gypsies They hate us when their taxes rise, the squatter camps that they despite without us they would rot and die, without the harvest Gypsies the Holbrooks we was farming men, i dream one day I will again to miss the soil’s a curious pain when you're a harvest Gypsy. |
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