And no-one saw the Carny go

And the weeks flew by

Until they moved on the show

Leaving his caravan behind

It was parked out on the south east ridge

And as the company crossed the bridge

With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed

It shone, just so, upon the edge

away, away we're sad to say



Dog-boy, Atlas, Man-drake, 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''

The whole company standing about

Not making a sound

And turning to the dwarves on the enclosured 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 squawkening 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 through their wagon's hind

Moses says to Noah ''We shoulda dugga deepa one''

Their grissom faces like dying moons

Still dirty from the digging done



And Charlie the Atlas to the three said

"I guess the Carny ain't gonna show"

And they were silent for a spell

wishing they'd done a better job at burrying Sorrow



And the company'd 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 left 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

And no-one saw the Carny go

And no-one saw the Carny go

I say its funny how things go