young Victoria brushed her hair
and gazed in the looking glass
the beauty that lay deep within
was overtaken by her class

the pampered life she had lived
served to set the stage
for queen of England she would be
when she came of age

her glance drifted from the mirror to the draw of falling snow
it covered what would fall to her and a gypsy camp below
a gypsy camp below

the fate of this sorry clan made her heart go out
but as yet she could not grasp what they were all about
what they were all about

so she gathered up some worldly goods
to keep them warm and fed
as a tribute to her empathy
though a sheltered life she led
a sheltered life she led

gypsy queen held a newborn babe
he’d drink whatever was left
she was young, only seventeen
though the wisest and the best

she had strength and leadership
shown bravery during birth
she guided her people through a rocky pass
she’d proven her self worth
she’d proven her self worth

the fading light recognized the likenesses they shared
a character within their eyes
and an inner beauty so rare
an inner beauty so rare

the gifts she gave filled a fleeting need
quickly squirreled away
the gift she gave was love in deed
and in her heart will stay
and in her heart will stay

young Victoria brushed her hair
and gazed in the looking glass
the beauty that lay deep within
was overtaken by her class