Lyric 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 hands
My 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 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 hands
When 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 home
Andalusia s streams
Run through my blood
Run through my day dreams
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 hands
Here s my fate in the lines of my hands
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
My 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 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 hands
When 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 home
Andalusia s streams
Run through my blood
Run through my day dreams
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 hands
Here s my fate in the lines of my hands