"You know I have a gypsy's feet,"

She says to me and smiles.

And I can only sigh and weep,

Though grinning all the while.

For in her heart, I know she is

The offspring of the highways,

And though my roots grow strong and deep,

She is my sister always.

And way up north, in Land of Lakes,

For there she seeks her fortuneā€¦

If this will be her course and way,

Then what will be my portion?

"You know I have a gypsy's feet,"

She says to me in whispers.

And while you then seek sun and gold,

Forget me not, my sister.