The day the Circus of Heaven came to town 
Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town 
Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around 
On the very last day 

A unicorn headed the mystical way 
Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play 
Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright fairies all in colours of jade 
On the very final day 

For what seemed only just a moment in time 
Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses rode by 
Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder to behold 
The Seven Lords of the Mountains of Time 
There then arose where nothing really stood there before 
A giant tent rising one thousand feet high from the floor 
Towns people flocked inside with their eyes all amazed 
To greet the Seventh Lord of the seventh age 
A fanfare rang out in an incredible sound 
Bringing out the strangest visions perfect harmony round 
Any dreams he asked would they like to have seen 
From historical or mythical scenes 

Then there above their heads just as vivid as life 
Each vision transported multitudes inventing light 
Grecian galleons, the sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon 
A play of millions roared along 
The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great 
Civil wars where fbrothers fought and killed their friendship with hate 
All seen by Zeus performing scenes in the magical way 
The day the circus came to town 

Outside great animals as tame as the trees 
Angels high in starlight dancing streets 
Turning their colours with indigo and gold 
Dropping violet, red and emerald snow 
As the circus finally changed its invisible course 
A new world to be found 

On the dreamy ground we walked upon 
I turned to my son and said 
'Was that something beautiful, amazing, wonderful, extraordinary 
beautiful?' 

'Oh! It was OK!! But there were no clowns, no tigers, lions or bears, 
cand-floss, toffee apples, no clowns.'