When I was a young man I ran away from home I went to join the circus Went to see the cotton candy whirl And make me lots of money on my own For Molly, oh, my pretty Molly But she's waiting all alone Someday soon I will return to her
Then I made the big time Bright 11ghts, show biz I'm really in the circus There's only one thing wrong
I haven't saved a penny on my own For Molly, oh, my pretty Molly But she's writing everyday Molly understands, so it's okay
Ride a windy box car See a thousand children young and old Oh, that grease paint smile Can hide your soul Here comes a carousel Guess which town it is Feel the thrill Grease paint covers everything But winters chill
I'm reading Molly's letter The ink is fading And the page is fuming yellow Long ago, I promised Molly Don't you know I I will close my eyes and go to her?