| Am | Dm7 | Am | |
| Tried to take it | all aw | ay |
| C | Am | F | |
| Learn her fr | eedom j | ust inside a | day |
| E7 | Am | E7 | |
| And find her s | oul to find their | fears allayed |
| Am | Dm7 | Am | |
| Tried to make her | love their o | wn |
| C | Am7 | |
| They took her l | ove, they | left her there |
| F | E7 | Am9 | |
| They | gave her nothing | back that she would | want to own |
| C | G | |
| Gold and silver, | rings and stones |
| Dm/F | Bb | |
| Dances slowly | of the moon |
| C | G | F | |
| No one e | lse can know, she st | ands alone |
| C | G | |
| Sleeping dreams will | reach for her |
| Dm/F | Bb | |
| She cannnot say the w | ords they need |
| C | G | F | E | |
| She knows s | he's alone and s | he is free |
| Chorus: |
| Am | E | |
| Ocean gypsy o | f the moon |
| E7 | Am | F | D7 | E7 | |
| The sun has made a t | housand n | ights for y | ou to h | old |
| Am | E | |
| Ocean gypsy w | here are you |
| E7 | Am | F | |
| The shadows followed | by the s | tars |
| D7 | E | Am9 | |
| Have | turned to | gold, turned to | gold |
| (Repeat Intro) |
| Verse 2: |
| Then she met a hollow soul |
| Filled him with her light and was consoled |
| She was the moon and he, the sun was gold |
| Eyes were blinded with his light |
| The sun she gave reflected back the night |
| The moon was waning almost out of sight |
| Softly ocean gypsy calls |
| Silence holds the stars awhile |
| They smile sadly for her where she falls |
| Just the time before the dawn |
| The sea hushed, the ocean calls her |
| Day has taken her and now she´s gone |
| (Chorus) |
| D7 | E | A | |
| Have | turned to | gold, turned to | gold |
| A | G | A | G | A | D | C | D | C | D | Bm | A | B | A | B | A | B | |
| E | D | E | D | E | A | D | G | C | Bb | C | D C | D | C | D | E... |
| Verse 3: |
| No one noticed when she died |
| Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide |
| The ebbing waves were turning spreading wide |
| Something gone within her eyes |
| Her fingers lifeless stroke the sand |
| Her battered soul was lost, she was abandoned |
| Silken thread like wings still shine |
| Winds take pleasure, still make patterns |
| In her lovely hair, so dark and fine |
| Stands on high beneath the seas |
| Cries no more, her tears have dried |
| Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs |
| (Chorus) |
| D7 | E | A | G | D | A | D | |
| Have | turned to | gold, turned to | gold |