banbury fair

Lyrics

the month of october, nights drawing in, a crescent moon hung in the sky, smoke out of chimneys, a frost on the ground, nothing is passing us by. me and a friend, with an evening to spare, my shirt collar whiter then white, we talked our way down to the middle of town, with the music and movement and light, i rode the big wheel and got stuck at the top, with the loveliest girl at the fair, we had a different view of the old town hall clock, as we swung to-and-fro in the air. shot on the rifle range, knocked them all down, missed at the coconut shy, closed eyes on the waters, we're spinning so fast, we thought we were going to die, at the talk of the town, you've got to be old enough, down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough, the thrills and the spills of it, i had my share, we were coming together for banbury fair, to the teller of fate, we both had a go, to see if she proved to be wrong, we palmed her with silver, held onto our breath, she gazed in her huge crystal ball. "seeing an animal, seven hands high, galloping wild and free, now the picture is fading, i see nothing more, but a very good omen, you'll see", we bet on a horse, promised another win, with the name on our ticket, live duck, so slow, even slower, she was the last post, i thought we were in with some luck, jumping into the air, "damn, you bet mine", a winner right out of the blue, our hearts were in laughter as we both realized, that's what the old gypsy knew, at the talk of the town, you've got to be old enough, down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough, the thrills and the spills of it, i had my share, we were coming together for banbury fair, at the talk of the town, you've got to be old enough, down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough, the thrills and the spills of it, i had my share, we were coming together for banbury fair, coming together for banbury fair,