A Unicorn headed the Mystical way
Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden
angels at play
Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright fairies
all in colours of Jade
On the very final day
For what seemed only just a moment in time
Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses
rode by
Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder
to behold
The Seven Lords of the Mountains of time
There then arose where nothing really
stood there before
A giant tent rising one thousand feet
high from the floor
Towns people flocked inside with their
eyes all amazed
To greet the Seventh Lord of the Seventh
age
A fanfare rang out in an incredible sound
Bringing out the strangest visions perfect
harmony round
Any dreams he asked would they like to
have seen
>From historical or mythical scenes
Then there above their heads just as vivid
as life
Each vision transported in multitudes
inventing light
Grecian galleons, The Sack of Troy, to
the Gardens of Babylon
A play of millions roared along
The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great
Civil wars where brothers fought and killed
their friendship in hate
All seen by Zeus performing scenes of
the magical way
The day the circus came to town
Outside great animals as tame as the trees
Angels high in starlight dancing streets
Tuning their colours with indigo and gold
Dropping violet, red and emerald snow
As the circus finally changed its invisible
course
A new world to be found
On the dreamy ground we walked upon
I turned to my son and said
"Was that something beautiful, amazing,
wonderful, extraordinary beautiful?"
"Oh! it was OK!! But there were no clowns,
no tigers, lions or bears,
candy-floss, toffee apples, no clowns."
Jon & Damion Anderson - Vocals
Steve Howe - Gibson Elec. & Ac.
Mandolin and vocals
Chris Squire - Rickenbacker bass and
vocals
Rick Wakeman - Polymoog and Birotron
Alan White - Drums and Crotales
