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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 locus was silenced by the playing 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 love |
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When the circus came to town |
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We ate candy-cones and corndogs |
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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 love |
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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 love |
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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 |
