The Circus Keeps On Turning

Lyrics
There used to be a windmill Standing in a field of golden lovely corn On sunny summer days The bees came to the flowers And they made a little honey While the miller ground his grain And never thought of money And round good old Piccadilly The years, they kept on turning Round good old Piccadilly The years, they kept on returning But some strange ambitious men Said the land was being wasted And that many more could live off it And they could make a profit If they tore the windmill down And paved the fields over And built a lot of streets Called Bond and Lisle and Dover Oh isn't it a pity What we're doing to our city? And round good old Piccadilly The coshes started churning Round good old Piccadilly The circus started turning Despite ambitious men And despite their thoughts of profit The streets around became a place Where it's still good to be On sunny summer evenings And on chilly winter days The citizens are busy As they hurry to and fro The citizens are happy In the place they call Soho Now some more ambitious men Say the land is being wasted And that many more could live off it And they could make a profit If they tore the old streets down And built a lot of faceless concrete blocks In the heart of London Town Oh isn't it a pity What we're doing to our city? And round good old Piccadilly The people keep returning Round good old Piccadilly The circus keeps on turning
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Credits
- Writers
- Alan Wakeman
- Michael S. Klein