Tom: Bm
Bm
The painted lantern circus
F#
With the wagons swinging slowly
Bm
On a cold October morning
F#
On a day that should be holy
G
Winding through the forest
D
As the sun is just a-breakin'
G
And i am only seven
D
And a gypsy in the makin'
[Verse 2]
Bm
Winds a-blowin' through me
F#
And the canvas flaps a-tearin'
Bm
And the folks is talkin' low now
F#
'Cause they don't want me to hear 'em
G
And Uncle says there's trouble
D
With the bulls along the border
G
And i'm a-wond'rin' why
D Bm
And a-wishin' i were older
[Verse 3]
Bm
Many years ago it seems
F#
And many summers ending
Bm
The wagon wheels is rustin'
F#
And the axles is a-bendin'
G
And Grandma's bones is bleachin'
D
And our hearts is still a-dyin'
G
But i'm a Gypsy Boy
D
And there ain't no time for cryin'
[Verse 4]
Bm
Now it's getting colder
F#
And the air is growin' ugly
Bm
And the wolves is gettin' bolder
F#
And there ain't no sun above me
G
And i think it's time to move now
D
But i don't know where we're goin'
G
And i know it won't be long now
D Bm
Before it starts to snowin'
[Verse 5]
Bm
Babies cryin' softly
F#
And the women are a-sighin'
Bm
And somewhere in a wagon
F#
There's a soul that must be dyin'
G
'Cause the crepe is hangin' black
D
From the window of each lorry
G
And we'll likely camp at sunset
D
So's the body can be buried
[Verse 6]
Bm
So the carts will rumble
F#
Though there ain't no road to travel
Bm
And i listen to the grindin'
F#
Of the wooden wheels on gravel
G
And the sad songs and the old songs
D
Will warm me and they'll hold me
G
'Til my head at last grows weary
D
And the arms of sleep enfold me
G
For i am a Gypsy Boy
D
And my home is where you find me
G
For i am a Gypsy Boy
D Bm
And my home is where you find me
