India Taylor: Listening Page

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

Have you looked out your window on a moonlit night, and wished you could climb out into the moonlight; listening to the crickets underneath the stars; listening to the sound of your gypsy's heart?

She can't tell herself a story, tell herself a lie; she knows that she won't fly if she never tries.
She can't live inside a shadow; she's so much alive. Her light keeps on burning, shining all the time.

CHORUS:
Everybody knows a gypsy's heart has a gypsy's home far away.
And everybody knows a gypsy's heart has a gypsy song to play.

Dances, dreams and secrets setting her pace.
Stars will guide her as she moves from place to place.
Out there somewhere is her future, and tea leaves in her cup say staying home and dreaming just is not enough.

(repeat chorus)

Bridge:
She is more than just a shadow as she slips away. She's got to dance beneath the moon until the day.

And you may hear her song before you fall asleep. You may see other places if your dreams wander deep, with the crickets at your window, underneath the stars, singing in your dreams about your secret gypsy's heart.