Tom Paxton
Out Behind the Gypsy’s
Out behind the gypsy's, drinking someone's wine
Out behind the gypsy's, drinking someone's wine
Someone passed the smoke around
Just a friendly toke around
I declare we all felt fine
I declare we all felt fine

Out behind the gypsy's waiting for a sign
Out behind the gypsy's waiting for a sign
Someone spoke in mumbling words
Dreamed and spoke in mumbling words;
It might be the words were mine
It might be the words were mine

And I dream them over and over
They come to me like a lover
I dream that I do discover
Peace in my life, peace in my life

Stars were on our shoulders dropping from the trees
Stars were on our shoulders dropping from the trees
Now the moon was in our hair
No one knew who put it there;
There were words upon the breeze
There were words upon the breeze
And I dream them over and over
They come to me like a lover
I dream that I do discover
Peace in my life, peace in my life