When I was a young man I ran away trom home I went to join the circus Went to see the cotton candy whirl And make me lots ot money on my own For Molly, oh my pretty Molly But she's waiting all alone Someday soon I will return to her Then I made the big time Bright 11ghts show biz I'm really in the circus There's only one thing wrong I havent saved a peony on my own For Molly, oh my pretty Molly But she's writing everyday Molly understands so it's okay Ride a windy box car See a thousand children young and old Oh that grease paint smile Can hide your soul Here comes a carrousel Guess which town it is Feel the thnil Grease paint covers everything But winters chill Im reading Mollys letter The ink is fading And the page is fuming yellow Long ago I promised Molly Dont you know I I will close my eyes and go to her