I don't know if you can hear me
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see your face and wonder:
Were you once an outcast, too?
God, help the outcasts, hungry from birth
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth
God, help my people, we look to you still
God, help the outcasts, or nobody will
I ask for wealth, I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for all I can possess
I ask for God and the angels to bless me
I ask for nothing, I can get by
But I know so many less lucky than I
Please, help my people, the poor and downtrod
I thought we all were the children of God
God, help the outcasts, children of God
God, help the outcasts