When I was a little child
I loved it when the circus came to my town
Gathered in this great arena
All my favorites once a year in my town
But my favorite of them all
Are the famous flying demons hear them call
High above the great arena
We would hold our breath in case they'ed fall

Fly, fly, fly, fly
Gliding through the air in all their glory
High, high, so high
Weaving silhouettes before your eyes
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Will they ever live to tell their story
They flew so high
On the night the circus came to town

Now I have a little child
He loves it when the circus comes to our town
He is filled with great emotion
See his face, his eyes wide open, my son
Now the moment has arrived
See him look up to the skies
High above the great arena
Looking up to see the demons fly

Fly, fly, fly, fly
Gliding through the air in all their glory
High, high, so high
Weaving silhouettes before your eyes
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Will they ever live to tell their story
They flew so high
On the night the circus came to town
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