Molly

When I was a young man
 I ran away from home
 I went to join the circus
 I went to see the cotton whirl
 And make me lots on money on my own
 For molly, oh my pretty Molly
 She's waiting all alone
 Someday soon I will return to her.
 Then I made the big time
 Bright lights—show biz
 I'm really in the circus
 There's only one thing wrong:
 I haven't saved a penny on my own
 For Molly, oh my pretty Molly
 She's writing everyday
 But Molly understands so it's OK.
 Ride a windy box car
 See a thousand children young and old
 Ah that grease paint smile can hide your soul
 Here comes a carrousel guess which town it is
 Feel the thrill
 Grease paint covers everything
 Winters chill
 I'm reading Molly's letter.
 The ink is fading
 And the page is turning yellow
 Long ago, I promised Molly
 Don't you know I...
 I will close my eyes and go to her.