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
 The lost and forgotten
 They look to you still
 God help the outcasts
 Or nobody will

 I ask for nothing
 I can get by
 But I know so many
 Less lucky than I
 God help the outcasts
 The poor and downtrod
 I thought we all were
 The children of God

 I don't know if there's a reason
 Why some are blessed, some not
 Why the few You seem to favor
 They fear usFlee us
 Try not to see us

 God help the outcasts
 The tattered, the torn
 Seeking an answer
 To why they were born
 Winds of misfortune
 Have blown them about
 You made the outcasts
 Don't cast them out
 The poor and unlucky
 The weak and the odd
 I thought they all were
 The children of God