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 
             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