Gypsy Boy

Capo II

(Am) Painted lantern circus with the (E7) wagon swinging slowly

(Am) On a cold October morning, on a (E7) day that should be holy

(Fmaj7) Winding through the forest as the (C) sun is just a breaking

(Fmaj7) And I am only seven, and a gypsy in (C) the making

(Am) Winds are blowing through me and the (E7) canvas wraps is tearing

(Am) And the folks is talking low now cause they (E7) don’t want me to hear them

(Fmaj7) An uncle says there’s trouble with the (C) bulls along the border

(Fmaj7) And I’m a wondering why and a (C) wishing I were (Am) older

Many years ago it seems and many summers ending

The wagon wheels is rusted and the axle’s ears a bending

And grandma’s bones is bleaching and our hearts is still a dying

But I am a gypsy boy and there ain’t no time for crying

Now it’s getting colder and the air is growing ugly

And the wolves is getting bolder and there ain’t no sun above me

And I think it’s time to move now but I don’t know where we’re going

And I think it won’t be long now before it starts a snowing

Baby’s crying softly as the women are a sighing

And somewhere in the wagon there’s a soul that must be dying

Cause the paper’s hanging black from the window of each lorry

And we’ll likely camp at sunset so as the body can be buried

So the carts will rumble though there ain’t no road to travel

And I listen to the grinding of the wooden wheels unravel

And the sad songs and the old songs will warm and will hold me

Till me hidden flesh goes weary and the arms of sleep unfold me

For I am a gypsy boy and my home is where you’ll find me

For I am a gypsy boy and my home is where you’ll find me