When I was a little child I loved it when the circus came to my town Gathered in this great arena All my fav'rites once a year in my town. But my fav'rite of them all Are the famous flying demons Hear tham call high above the grat arena We would hold our breath in case they'ed fall. Fly, fly, fly, fly, gliding thro' 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 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, ...
https://primoaccordo.net/brotherhood-of-man/circus.htm