Gladys' Songs
My book of Songs - Gypsie Song

Gypsie Song started out as an idea for a birthday gift. Like all creative projects, it took on a life of its own. I had intended to put a few of my songs, mostly from my CD "I'm Not Afraid", into a folder for my father.  Once I started I began to realize how most of my songs were actually stories. What started out as a small selection of poems evolved into a book. I am sure that there are still many more songs that I will write, but this book feels like a wonderful way to share my love of a good story. A copy of my book can be obtained from the "Blurb On Line Book Store" @ www.blurb.com or contact me for a copy​ through my forum. 
"I'm Not Afraid" album cover
So Dark The Night
NORTH WIND


I travelled down to this city, following a fickle southern breeze
I left my friends, my family
The still waters, the rocks, and the trees
I believed it would be so exciting to live, where the world was never still
​The rushing crowds, the neon signs, I hungered to get my fill

​North wind, please blow down
And bring this child back home
I have gone so far, and I have been lost so long
I can't get back on my own
If you could see this child now, you wouldn't know that it was her
My innocence I have thrown away, in a self indulgent whirl
Come find me North wind

​So many people, so much going on, it looked like a carnival to me
And just like any carnival, that comes to town
There was nothing that you could have for free
Not an inch of ground, not a bade of grass, not an evening of fun
And with the help of my new found friends, I partied my money gone

​I quickly found all my friends, disappeared when my money was gone
Too proud to call loved ones for help
I did things for money that I knew was so wrong.
I told myself, it was for traveling money; then I would quit.
But the time has passed, I am a slave to this life; I can't bare it another minute

​North wind, please blow down
And bring this child back home
I have gone so far, and I have been lost so long
I can't get back on my own.
If you could see this child now, you wouldn't know that it was her.
My innocence I have thrown away, in a self indulgent whirl
Come find me North wind