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?...