Gay Gypsy Boy

Henrik was the son of a gypsy woman. He was without a father. Whenever he asked his mother who his father was, she would only reply, "I did not know him. We passed together in the night, along a long road."

Henrik grew to never know one place for too long. Always in motion, always on the road. He would sing for small crowds, in small towns. He would sing for his supper. Some days he did not know where his next meal would be coming from. 

Henrik would ask his mother, "Mother, why must we always roam? Where is our home? I long for a place to call home..."

"Our home is the road, our home is in motion. Our home is nowhere and everywhere. Henrik, you're my sweet, gay gypsy boy. Soon you'll grow accustomed to the endless road, and you'll lose that longing for home."