We wander around the world,
Not caring about the weather.
We'll rest where we happen be,
And eat what we happen to have.
A theatre stage,
For travelers like us,
Is made of fresh-cut planks,
With curtains held up by nails.
We are traveling performers,
We are always on the move.
A wagon in an open field
Is our usual home.
We are great talents,
But friendly and down to earth.
We are singers and musicians,
Acrobats and jesters.
We are never separated
From music and from cheer.
If our audience laughs-
Well, then we have success.
We'll come and we'll go,
Come summer, fall, or winter.
And once again children will dream
Of our decorated wagon.
We are traveling performers,
We are always on the move.
A wagon in an open field
Is our usual home.
We are great talents,
But friendly and down to earth.
We are singers and musicians,
Acrobats and jesters.
We are traveling performers,
We are always on the move.
A wagon in an open field
Is our usual home.
We are great talents,
But friendly and down to earth.
We are singers and musicians,
Acrobats and jesters.
We are traveling performers,
We are always on the move.
A wagon in an open field
Is our usual home.
We are great talents,
But friendly and down to earth.
We are singers and musicians,
Acrobats and jesters.