By the lake where the dark skies meet A wooden shack stands in rain's defeat An old gypsy lives there so they say But she's never seen by the light of day She'll beckon you to come inside With gypsy tears she cannot hide Her crystal ball held up to the sky Thunder claps where the lightening lies Never cross the path of the gypsy A wave of her hand she'll turn you into stone Oohh never turn your back on the gypsy In her eyes the shadows creep alone On the north wind they cry out her name Beware her curse or you'll never feel the same She dances on the broken floor She knows everything of your days before Don't look into the gypsy's eyes They burn like fire without compromise In the night her stories rhyme Etched into the folds of time Never cross the path of the gypsy A wave of her hand she'll turn you into stone No never turn your back on the gypsy In her eyes the shadows creep alone Hmmmm take it gypsy Woah never cross the path of the gypsy A wave of her hand she'll turn you into stone No never turn your back on the gypsy In her eyes the shadows creep alone Oh yes gypsy Oh Yeah