Gypsy Boy

Verse 1:
     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
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             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               
        And my home is where you 
  Bm
find me