The Circus Band

Lyrics

All summer long, we boys Dreamed 'bout big circus joys! Down Main street, comes the band Oh! "Ain't it a grand and glorious noise!" Horses are prancing, knights advancing; Helmets gleaming, pennants streaming Cleopatra's on her throne! That golden hair is all her own Where is the lady all in pink? Last year she waved to me I think Can she have died? Can! that! rot! She is passing but she sees me not