Big Top - John Illsley, Guy Fletcher, Chris White

In fields of glory from town to town

Here comes the big top here comes the crowd

We love the sounds and we love the smells

Entertainment we love so well

Yound and old and in between

We love the Big Top we love the dream

Takes us back to days gone past

Lest 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

Yound and old and in between

We love the Big Top we love the dream

Takes us back to days gone past

Lest we forget the spell they cast

Walk the high wire without a pole

Laugh at the clown the forward roll

Their muscles ache their muscles pound

Don’t sack the juggler if one hits the ground

Yound and old and in between

We love the Big Top we love the dream

Takes us back to days gone past

Lest we forget the spell they cast