Well, the days are long and the work is hard
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When your childhood is spent in the fields
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And summer seemed to last million years
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One day when I was just a boy
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During one of those hot summer swells
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The locusts were silenced by the clanging of bells
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And there was the thing for which I longed
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A place where I belonged
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Where I first held the hand of the one I loved
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When the circus came to town
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We ate candy corn and corn dogs
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Cotton candy and candy canes
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And we shared a caramel apple by the arcade
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And when night fell and the stars rose
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And light bedazzled the fair
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We rode the Ferris wheel
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Up into the air
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And there was the thing for which I longed
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A place where I belonged
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Where I first held the hand of the one I loved
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When the circus came to town
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And later, in the funhouse,
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Our bodies looked so strange
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And the mirrors made our faces seemed deranged
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And the snake-man in the freak show
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He got you so alarmed
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That you ran and ran and ran
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Right into my arms
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Oh, oh, oh
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The next morning I got up
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Wrapped my clothes up into a ball
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And I ran and ran to run away with the fair
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But when I arrived, to my surprise,
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All the tents and wagons were gone
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And they'd stolen all that happiness from the air
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And gone was the thing for which I longed
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That place where I belonged
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Where I last held the hand of the one I loved
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When the circus came
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When the circus came
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When the circus came to town
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When The Circus Came To Town
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| Voltaire |
