The Bohemienne Song

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 hand.

My mother told me tales of Spain, I think that's where she longed to be
Of mountain bandits she once sang, Andalusia's memory
There in the mountains she was free, my 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 home.

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 hand.

When I was a child in Provence, Bare foot in the hills I danced once
But the gypsy road is so long, the roads so long
Everyday I see a new chance, maybe some road will lead from France
I will follow till I come home, Till I come home.

Andalusia's streams, run through my blood, run through my daydreams
Andalusia's sky, when it calls me, I feel my heart fly.

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 hand
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands.