The Carny (2009 Remaster)

And no one saw the Carny go

The weeks flew by

Until they moving on the show

Leaving his caravan behind

It was parked out on the southeast ridge

And as the company crossed the bridge

With the first rain filling the bone dry riverbed

It shone, just so, upon the edge

Away, away, we're sad to say

Dog-boy, Atlas, Mandrake, the geeks, the hired hands

There was not one among them

That did not cast an eye behind

In the hope that the Carny

Would return to his own kind

The Carny left behind a horse so skin and bone

That he'd named Sorrow

And it was a shallow, unmarked grave

That that old nag was laid

In the then parched meadow

And it was the dwarves that were given the task of digging the ditch

And laying the nag's carcass in the ground

While boss Bellini, waved his smoking pistol 'round

Saying "the nag was dead meat"

"We can't afford to carry dead weight"

While the whole company standing about

Not making a sound

And turning to the dwarves perched on the enclosure gate

The boss says "bury this lump of crow bait"

And the rain came hammering down

Everybody running for their wagons

Tying all the canvas flaps down

The mangy cats growling in their cages

The bird-girl flapping and squawking around

The whole valley reeking of wet beast

Wet beast and rotten, sodden hay

Freak and brute creation

All packed up and on their way

The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind

Mosses says to Noah "shoulda dug a deepa one"

Their grizzled faces like dying moons

Still dirty from the digging done

And Charlie goes to the three saying

"I guess the Carny ain't gonna show"

And they were silent for a spell

Wishing they'd done a better job of burying Sorrow

And the company passed from the valley

Into higher ground

The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow

And on the mound

Until nothing was left, nothing at all

Except the body of Sorrow

That rose in time

To float upon the surface of the eaten soil

And a murder of crows did circle 'round

First one, then the others

Flapping blackly down

And the Carny's van still sat upon the edge

Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge

And the rain, it hammered down

And the rain, it hammered down

And the rain, it hammered down

And the rain, it hammered down

And no one saw the Carny go

No one saw the Carny go

No one saw the Carny go

I say, it's funny how things go