Send In The Clowns (From ‘A Little Night Music’)

Send In The Clowns (From ‘A Little Night Music’) - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

Isn't it rich aren't we a pair

Me here at last on the ground

And you in mid-air

Send in the clowns

Isn't it bliss don't you approve

One who keeps tearing around

And one who can't move

But where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Just when I stopped opening doors

Finally finding the one that I wanted

Was yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair

So sure of my lines

Then nobody's there

Don't you love a farce; my fault I fear

I thought that you'd want what I want

Sorry my dear

But where are the clowns

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

But where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Maybe next year