Love at the county fair.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
I met a girl when I was young
I loved her very dearly
I met her on a moonlit night
when all the stars shone clearly
clearly in a purple sky
of lovers dreams and golden rye
past dales and streams unto the merry fair
it’s here we kissed, and here we found
the bulging-eyed balloon man
I bought balloons for her and me;
a blue one, a red one and a green one
we made love on green, green grass
among the people on the rides
and if they saw, I tell you this
it did not affect their glee
the balloons were tied unto your toes
how they came loose, I do not know
maybe the shaking and the squirming
but they were free and traveled up into the air
a lover loyal, and proud to boot
I could not let this be
I grew wings and flew into the air
to find the wayward fellows, one, two, three
but up above the three balloons dispersed
and I spent all night a-flying,
a-flying round in circles, until at last
I had retrieved the errant fellows
I hasted back unto my love
the sight I saw, made me so sure
my eyes misleaded me, I looked again
and, yes, it was, though it could not be
my love was making love upon
the green, green grass so fair
as I had flown, she forgot me
and eloped with the county clown
all I had left was three balloons
and a pair of splendid feathers
I set them free, they floated up
and I myself went flying,
flying into another dream,
now weary of each new lover.