Big Top

In fields of glory from town to town Here comes the Big Top, here comes the crowd We love the sound and we love the smell Entertainment we love so well Young and old and in-between We love the Big Top, we love the dream Takes us back to days gone past Last we forget the spell they cast They ride them bareback, they ride them hard Through rings of fire they're battle scars Don't take no prisoners on those bars No safety nets, no union cards Young and old and in-between We love the Big Top, we love the dream Takes us back to days gone past Last we forget the spell they cast We walk the high wire without a pole Laugh at the clown, the forward roll Those muscles ache, those muscles pound Don't sack the juggler if one hits the ground Young and old and in-between We love the Big Top, we love the dream Takes us back to days gone past Last we forget the spell they cast