| I was what they called a circus child |
| The "Big Top" was my home each year for a while |
| Mama was an actress then |
| But in the summer, she'd fill in |
| With a troop, they called the West Wind |
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| I recall the smell of sawdust after the rain |
| That summer you signed on when everything changed |
| You stole my mother's heart away |
| And it was hard for her, they say |
| 'Cause you risked your life every day |
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| And Mama always cried and closed her eyes |
| Until your act was through |
| And the "I'd be fine" |
| And all the time you never knew |
| I loved you, too |
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| No one told the story, and you never knew |
| Just why it was we were so afraid for you |
| That prophecy the Gypsies made |
| We called a superstitious game |
| Still, we half-believed it just the same |
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| And Mama'd always cried |
| And close her eyes, and say a prayer for you |
| And the "I'd be fine" |
| And all the time you never knew |
| I was praying, too |
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| I can still see your figure crushed on the ground |
| And now, when the circus comes to town |
| I let my children have their day |
| But me? I tend to stay away |
| You see, my father died that same way |
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| And Mama'd always cried |
| And closed her eyes until your act was through |
| And the "I'd be fine" |
| And all the time, you never knew |
| I loved you, too |
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