dance gypsy dance

there's a harvest moon and the stars are bright

there's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight

over in the meadow hid away from them all

dance all night to the fiddle's call

down by the river where the trees grow tall

i know about you and i know where you've been

you stole some money from a crippled man

then you hit him in the head with a walkin' cane

pushed him outside in the freezin' rain

but i bet you wouldn't ever do that again

turnin' turnin'

round the fire

burnin'

burnin'

higher and higher

now you gotta reckon with the dead man's son

he's headed this way with a bullet in his gun

yeah

the hangin' mob is ridin' all night

but they can't be here till tomorrow night

and you'll be gone by the morning light

turnin' turnin'

round the fire

burnin' burnin'

higher and higher

and a shot rang out in the midnight breeze

from a winchester rifle back in the trees

and nobody moved and nobody spoke

but way down yonder by the hollow oak

hangin' up there by the end of that rope

over in the meadow hid away from them all

dance all night to the fiddle's call

down by the river where the trees grow tall