Ingrid Peters

Ingrid Peters - Send in the clowns lyrics

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Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in 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?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer,
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.
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Copyrights:

Author: Stephen Sondheim

Composer: Stephen Sondheim

Publisher: Palm Records & Songs GmbH & Co. KG

Details:

Released in: 2016

Language: English

Appearing on: Musik ist Gefühl - Das Beste aus 40 Jahren (Dubbel CD) (2016)

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