The day the Circus of Heaven came to town   Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town   Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around   On the very last day      A unicorn headed the mystical way   Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play   Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright fairies all in colors 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 in 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 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 F-Brothers fought and killed their friendship with hate   All seen by Zeus performing scenes in 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 colors with indigo and gold   Dropping violet, red and emerald snow   As the circus finally changed it's 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 okay, but there were no clowns, no lions   No tigers, no bears, no cand-floss, toffee apples, no clowns"