Gypsy Boy

(início)

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