Текст песни: Harvest Gypsies + перевод

In October we will come

A hundred and fifty thousand strong

When the picking’s over we’ll be gone

They call us the harvest gypsies

We only come because we must

We are driven here by dust

And they won’t even look at us

They call us the harvest gypsies

There’s apricots in Santa Clare

Kern County they have apples there

And grapes they’re growing everywhere

All for the harvest gypsies

(Instrumental)

In a walnut grove I met a man

Who lost a child before San Fran

We’re strangers they don’t understand

We are the harvest gypsies

The hardest that it’s ever been

I sold my blankets for gasoline

And it’s only hunger I have seen

Now I’m a harvest gypsy

And the gondolas and railway lines

Filled with men when it is time

Drawn by the orange and the lime

All harvest gypsies

(Instrumental)

They hate it when their taxes rise

And the squatter camps that they despise

Without us they would rot and die

Without the harvest gypsies

And the Holbrooks we were farming men

And I dream one day we will again

To miss the soil’s a curious pain

When you’re a harvest gypsy

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