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 just a little more?

And where, where is my gypsy wife tonight?
Where, where is my gypsy wife tonight?

Oh, the silver knives are flashing in that tired old café
A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
She says, "My body is the light", she says, "My body is the way"
I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet

So where, where is my gypsy wife tonight?
Where, where is my gypsy wife tonight?

Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
These are your final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood
And there is no man, ther is no woman, can be touched
But you who come between them, you will surely be judged

So where, where is my gypsy wife tonight?
Where, where is my gypsy wife tonight?

[spoken]
You've met Raffi Hakopian, but I don't think you've met Roscoe Beck, playing the fretless bass. Very beautiful, thank you