The Gypsying

I wish we might go gypsying one day the while we're young--     On a blue October morning     Beneath a cloudless sky,     When all the world's a vibrant harp     The winds o' God have strung,     And gay as tossing torches the maples light us by;     The rising sun before us--a golden bubble swung--     I wish we might go gypsying one day the while we're young.     I wish we might go gypsying one day before we're old--     To step it with the wild west wind     And sing the while we go,     Through far forgotten orchards     Hung with jewels red and gold;     Through cool and fragrant forests where never sun may show,     To stand upon a high hill and watch the mist unfold--     I wish we might go gypsying one day before we're old.     I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care--     The while we've heart for hazarding,     The while we've will to sing,     The while we've wit to hear the call     And youth and mirth to spare,     Before a day may find us too sad for gypsying,     Before a day may find us too dull to dream and dare--     I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care.