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Recorded in Panser Studio, 1994
Musicians:
Gunther Zerener: Vocal and guitar
Ken Ingwersen: Electric guitars
Trond Nilsen: Bass
Tor Einmo: Drums
Hege Rimestad:Fiddle
Bjørn Bergersen: Background vocals
Late some nights When the moon is cold You better stay inside
And don’t open if there’s Someone at your door
‘Cause the woods ’round here Are dangerous
In the middle of the night It can steal a soul Like it’s often done before
The local people swear It’s the Gypsy who’s returned
Roaming ’round the woods For his wife
And in the morning When the sun comes up On a lonely path you’ll find
Blood stains From the Gypsies knife
Go down to the church And at the graveyard You will find
A tombstone with no flowers And no name
The Gypsy-queen is buried there And if what they say is true
She’s laid face-down To hide away the shame
The stories here are many But at one point they all agree
One stormy night The Gypsy took her life
And he left her on A lonely path In the middle of the woods
Stabbed to death By the Gypsies knife
Oh, it’s a mystery They say
On that night All the gypsies went away
But in the woods If you hear a Gypys lonely cry
You better run Or you’re gonna die
It happened many years ago When the gypsys Roamed the land
And now and then they’d pass Trough our town
The Gypsy-queen was seventeen Her man was forty-four
They say he was The meanest man around
The Gypsy-queen was lonely In our town she found someone
And secretly they’d meet Late at night
The Gypsy caught them in the woods Since then late some nights
You can run but you cannot hide From the Gypsys knife
Oh, it’s a mystery They say
On that night All the gypsies went away
But in the woods If you hear a Gypys lonely cry
You better run Or you’re gonna die
So when the nights are getting long You better stay out Of the woods
‘Cause the Gypsy might be there And call your name
Forever he is searching ‘Though his Gypsy-queen is dead
But a young boys blood He’s come to claim
I was just a kid But I’m the only one Who saw
And I’m the one who took The Gypsys life
Now he’s buried with his Gypsy-queen but his soul Is in the woods
Calling out The Gypsys knife
Oh, I know I never Will be free
‘Cause in the woods someday I know he will find me
And too the woods I go When she calls me late some nights
But is it her Or the Gypsys knife
Oh, it’s a mystery They say
On that night All the gypsys went away
But in the woods If you hear a Gypys lonely cry
You better run Or you’re gonna die
Author:
Gunther Zerener – 90©
