Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here's my fate in the lines of my handsMy mother told me tales of Spain
I think that's where she longed to be
Of mountain bandits she once sang
Andalusia memory
There in the mountains she was freeMy mother, father all are gone
And I've made Paris be my home
I dream of oceans rolling on
They take my heart where I must come
Andalusia mountain homeBohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here's my fate in the lines of my handsWhen I was a child in Provence
Barefoot in the hills I dance once
But the gypsy road is long
The road's so long>
Every day I see a new chance
Maybe some road will lead from France
I will follow till I come home
Till I come homeAndalusia's streams
Run through my blood
Run through my day dreams
Andalusia's sky
When it calls me
I feel my heart flyBohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands
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