Molly - John Denver

When I was a young man

I ran away trom home

I went to join the circus

Went to see the cotton candy whirl

And make me lots ot money on my own

For Molly, oh my pretty Molly

But she’s waiting all alone

Someday soon I will return to her

Then I made the big time

Bright 11ghts show biz

I’m really in the circus

There’s only one thing wrong

I haven’t saved a peony on my own

For Molly, oh my pretty Molly

But she’s writing everyday

Molly understands so it’s okay

Ride a windy box car

See a thousand children young and old

Oh that grease paint smile

Can hide your soul

Here comes a carrousel

Guess which town it is

Feel the thrill

Grease paint covers everything

But winters chill

I’m reading Molly’s letter

The ink is fading

And the page is fuming yellow

Long ago I promised Molly

Don’t you know I

I will close my eyes and go to her