Send in the Clowns

Another beautiful song sang by the great Barbra Streisand

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Isn’t it rich?
Are a pal?
Me here at last on the ground
you in mid air
Send in the clowns

Isn’t it pleased?
don’t you approve?
One who keeps staring around
One who can’t move
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns

Just when when I stopped
opening doors
Finally knowing the one
that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, but no one is there

Isn’t it rich, isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
Where are the clowns?
Quick send in the clowns
Don’t bother they’re here.