Verse 1: 
     B5 
      The painted lantern circus 
                 F#5 
      With the wagons swinging slowly 
             B5  
      On a cold October morning 
              F#5  
      On a day that should be holy 
         G5  
      Winding through the forest 
                D5 
      As the sun is just a-breakin' 
            G5   
      And i am only seven 
               D5 
      And a gypsy in the makin' 
 
Verse 2: 
        B5 
      Winds a-blowin' through me 
                 F#5 
      And the canvas flaps a-tearin' 
                 B5 
      And the folks is talkin' low now 
                 F#5 
      'Cause they don't want me to hear 'em 
            G5 
      And Uncle says there's trouble 
                  D5 
      With the bulls along the border 
             G5 
      And i'm a-wond'rin' why 
               D5             B5    
      And a-wishin' i were older 
 
Verse 3: 
     B5 
      Many years ago it seems 
             F#5  
      And many summers ending 
            B5 
      The wagon wheels is rustin' 
                F#5 
      And the axles is a-bendin' 
              G5 
      And Grandma's bones is bleachin' 
                 D5 
      And our hearts is still a-dyin' 
             G5 
      But i'm a Gypsy Boy 
                  D5 
      And there ain't no time for cryin' 
 
Verse 4: 
         B5 
      Now it's getting colder 
              F#5 
      And the air is growin' ugly 
                B5  
      And the wolves is gettin' bolder 
             F#5 
      And there ain't no sun above me 
                G5 
      And i think it's time to move now 
               D5 
      But i don't know where we're goin' 
                G5 
      And i know it won't be long now 
           D5                  B5  
      Before it starts to snowin' 
 
Verse 5: 
     B5 
      Babies cryin' softly 
                 F#5  
      And the women are a-sighin' 
             B5 
      And somewhere in a wagon 
                   F#5 
      There's a soul that must be dyin' 
                     G5  
      'Cause the crepe is hangin' black 
                  D5 
      From the window of each lorry 
                   G5 
      And we'll likely camp at sunset 
                  D5    
      So's the body can be buried 
 
Verse 6: 
         B5  
      So the carts will rumble 
                 F#5 
      Though there ain't no road to travel 
               B5 
      And i listen to the grindin' 
                F#5 
      Of the wooden wheels on gravel 
                 G5 
      And the sad songs and the old songs 
              D5 
      Will warm me and they'll hold me 
                 G5 
      'Til my head at last grows weary 
                D5             
      And the arms of sleep enfold me 
              G5 
      For i am a Gypsy Boy 
                D5                 
      And my home is where you find me 
              G5 
      For i am a Gypsy Boy 
                D5                 B5 
      And my home is where you find me