Charles Ives - The Circus Band
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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
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