Romany.

The city frets in the distance, lass,
    The city so grim and gray,
A glare in the sky by night, my lass,
    And a blot on the sky by day;
But we are out on the long white road,
    And under the wide free sky,
And the song that was born in my heart today
    Will sing there till I die.

The long white road and the wide free sky,
    And the city far away;
A good-night kiss in the twilight, lass,
    And a kiss at the break of day;
For light are the loads we bear, my lass,
    By highway and hill and grove,
And the sunlight is all for life, my lass,
    And the starlight all for love.