Carnival - Bert Jansch

I see your face in every place I’ll be goin'

I read your words like black hungry birds read every sowin'

Spin and call, throw the ball, my name is a Carnival

Sad music in the night sings a scream of light out of chorus

Voices you might hear appear and disappear in the forest

Short and tall, goin' throw the ball, my name is a Carnival

Strings of yellow tears drip from black-wired fears in the meadow

Their white halos spin with an anger that is thin and turns to sorrow

King of all, hear my call, yes is Carnival

Here there is no law but the arcade’s penny claw, hanging empty

The painted laughing smile, the turning of the style do not envy

Where the small can steal the ball, to touch the face of a Carnival

The fat lady frowns at screaming frightened clowns that stand enchanted

And the shadow lie and waits outside your iron gates with one wish granted

Colors all, come throw the ball, my name is a Carnival

Without a thought of size, you come to hypnotize the danger

In a world that comes apart there is no single heart when life is stranger

Wheel and call, clawed dreams all, in the name of a Carnival

Yeah, wheel and call, spin and call, my name oh it’s Carnival