Do you remember the first time you visited the Funfair !
A story about the showmen who constantly build-up and pull-down the fairground as they journey on. The noise, smells of candyfloss and hot dogs, and of course, the non stop rides basked in coloured lights.
ELECTRIC SKY
EMPTY FIELD -- THE QUIET CALM
FILLS WITH LIGHT AND SPINNING ARMS
SUGAR SWEET THE EVENING AIR
ON SWIRLING RIDES
AS DARKNESS HIDES --- THE FAIRGROUND CALLS
SEE THE GLOW
AS ONWARD DOWN THE ROAD WE GO
AND WELL WALTZ AND TWIST THE NIGHT AWAY
CATCH A BREATH -- IF YOU DARE
THE SCREAMS AND LAUGHTER - FILL THE AIR
TRAILER TYRES DEEP IN THE SOIL
COME RAIN OR SHINE THE SHOWMEN TOIL
THE YOUNG AND THE OLD
THE FUN FAIR COMES TO TOWN
WALK THE STALLS OF FLASHING LIGHT
THE SOUNDS, THE SMELLS THE MINDS DELIGHT
WE RUSH AROUND AND CHASE THE CROWD
LATE INTO THE NIGHT
ELECTRIC SKY - IT SLOWLY DIES
AS GENERATORS SHAKE THE GROUND
TURN THE POWER DOWN TO SILENT SOUND
AND ALL IS STILL
TO PASTURES NEW - AWAY THEY GO
THE CAVALCADE - AND ITS ON WITH THE SHOW