A Gypsy's Tale

She'll spin you a story

That's woven with lace

That is ages old

Like the lines on her face

She'll tell it with passion

And with wizened charm

So long as you cross

With silver her palm

 

Her story begins

On a ship full of gold

When slaves were brought

Dreams traded and sold

Where Merchants and Pirates

Would no doubt chance their arm

But remember to cross

With silver her palm

 

Her story continues

In tempestuous seas

Where sickness and fear

Drown out a man's pleas

"We've angered Poseidon"

A voice cries in alarm

But remember to cross

With silver her palm

 

Her story now takes

A turn for the worst

As each man's considered

A Blessing or Curse

And the sea remains angry

And has yet top be calmed

But remember to cross

With silver her palm

 

The Four Winds will drive them

On their noble crusade

Safe pasasage and travel

And a debt to be paid

And a cargo aboard

That will entice and charm

But remember to cross

With silver her palm

 

But this Gypsy's tale

Is not to everyones taste

Swashbuckling adventures

And love lost in haste

A ship upon rocks

And moments form harm

But remember to cross

With silver her palm

 

Her story remains

Unresolved to this day

Scallywags and Scoundrels

Have all had their say

But if you've crossed palms with silver

Then you may well previel

And you could write the ending

To this Gypsy's tale