The song of Gypsy Davy rang   Delighted through the night   The wise and foolish virgin   Kept her candles burning bright   Rise up my young and foolish one   And follow if you can,   There'll be no need for candles   In the arms of such a man.      Make love to each other   Be free with each other   Be prisoners of love 'til you lie in the sod   Be friends to each other   Forgive one another   See God in each other   Be beggars to God.      The night was cold and dark and wet   As they wandered on alone.   The sky became their canopy   The earth became their throne   And as their raiment ran to rags   They thought it nothing wrong   For earth and sky are robe enough   When you sing the gypsie's song.      They sang and played the gypsy song   Wherever they were sent   To some it seemed a dancing tune   To some a sad lament.   But in every heart that heard them true   A tear became a smile   And the pauper or a prince   Became the gypsy for awhile.