Send In The Clowns – Daniel Boaventura – letras

Is – n’t it rich? Aren’t we a pair?Me here at last on the ground, and you in mid-air –Send in the clowns.Is – n’t it bliss? Don’t you approve?One who keeps tear – ing around, and one who can’t move.But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns.Just 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 — no one is there.Don’t you love farce? My fault, I fear;I thought that you’d want what I want – sorry my dear.But where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns.Don’t bother, they’re here.Is – n’t it rich? Is – n’t it queer,Los – ing my tim – ing this late in my career?But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns…Well, maybe next year.