Lyrics

You can find them in the night
Running with the light of the moon
And you can hear them in the night wind
Like wolves howling out their lonesome tunes.

Round campfires and candle lights
Like the shooting stars and the northern lights
Like the cats and the fiddles and the owls and the loons
Moon gypsies, Howling at the Moon.

And when the full moon's on the rise
You can see it in all their crazy, crazy eyes
They ride the rising tide
Like surfers sailing slowly cross the sky.

Round campfires and candle lights
Like the shooting stars and the northern lights
Like the cats and the fiddles and the owls and the loons
Moon gypsies, Howling at the Moon.
Moon gypsies, Howling at the Moon.