Clown - Ralph McTell

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The lights have gone dim, and the people are gone

And clown goes back into his caravan

Hangs up his smile on a hook by the door

And lets his ragged coat slip to the floor

With the sound of the children’s laughter

Still ringing in his ears

Laughing 'cause they’re happy

They laugh to hide their fears

Clown loves the children

For, like him, they fear

The world does not exist tonight

And only the circus

Only the circus is real

As real as the elephants that trumpet in the ring

Real like the trapeze, see it swing

Real like the man who eats real fire

Real like the lady on the high wire

But the people have gone, his identity gone

Clown peeps through he window of his caravan

From the trees on the common

The town looks so small

Clown puts on his coat and goes out the door

And the distant neon lights

They shine above the town

«It's almost like a circus», thinks clown

Then half with fear

And half with delight

Shivering, shaking

Clown stands laughing

Clown stands laughing

Clown is laughing at the night