The dolphins live in the open sea   And the gypsies live in the forest   While the owls and the crows   And the sure foot does   Still live like those before us      And the oak and the pine   And the sycamore shines   And the day spins round like a feather   And the sawmill whines and the bluebird dines   And the song goes on forever      Now the old folk tell of an ancient bell   Somewhere sunk in the meadow   But the shepherd there   With the snow white hair   Just sings in the evening shadows      And no one knows where the clear creek goes   When the moonlight fades in the forest   But the peacock screams and the gypsy dreams   Of a time gone by before us      Round and around and around and around   Round and around and around   Round and around and around and around   Round and around and around