Big Top - John Illsley

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