And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight
  I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right
  But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor
  whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more
  And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
  Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
  
  Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe
  A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
  She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way"
  I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet
  
  And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...
  
  Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
  These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood
  And there is no man or woman who can't be touched
  But you who come between them will be judged
  
  And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...