Artist: Judy Collins| Title: Send In The Clowns
Isn´t it rich
Are we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns
Isn´t it bliss
Don´t you approve
One who keeps tearing around
One who can´t move
Where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Just when I´d stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don´t you love farce
My fault, I fear
I thought that you´d want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don´t bother, they´re here
(Instrumental break)
Isn´t it rich
Isn´t it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year...