Author Dorothy King Gipsy man, O gipsy man, In your yellow caravan, Up and down the world you go ā Tell me all the things you know! Sun and moon and stars are bright, Summer's green and winter's white, And I'm the gayest gipsy man That rides inside a caravan. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.6 (11 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments