Quarter by Ben Bigelow //
Yom al Had by Misty Harker //
On a Sunday Afternoon
Comes the gypsy band
They dance about from foot to foot
With instruments in hand.
Tis Faire Day here in our wee town
from far away they've wandered
To sing us songs and dance for coins
Share tales for us to ponder.
They sell us charms and cast their spells
Ails they can remedy
In the lines upon our hands
Our fortunes they can see.
With cards they see our futures
With runes they cast our fate
By fires' glow their legends are told
In the hours late.
Tis Sunday Afternoon
And in the gypsy band
They travel like wind
As they sail across the land.
