Paroles de Young Night Thought

All night long and every night When my mama puts out the light I see the people marching by As plain as day, before my eye Armies and emperors and kings All carrying different kinds of things And marching in so grand a way You never saw the like by day So fine a show was never seen At the great circus on the green For every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan At first they move a little slow But still the faster on they go And still beside them close I keep Until we reach the town of sleep At first they move a little slow But still the faster on they go And still beside them close I keep Until we reach the town of sleep