Gypsies, Tramps And Thiefs Poem by david lessard

when you and I were young my lad,
and all the others older;
we were carefree, full of joy,
and our minds were somewhat bolder.

when you and I were young, my lass,
we broke our hearts forever;
but mended soon and then forgot,
the moments of our treasure.

when you and I were young, my love,
we never knew the 'morrow;
we played at games of chance,
and now we reap the sorrow.

when you and I were old, my friend,
we relived old memories;
we laughed and cursed and wept,
as we sailed the seven seas.

when you and I are gone, my love,
they'll be little left to mourn;
for we were gypsies, tramps and thiefs,
in that world where we were born.