And no one saw the carny go   The weeks flew by   Until they moved on the show   Leaving his caravan behind      It was parked out on the south east ridge   And as the company crossed the bridge   With the first rain filling the bone dry river bed   It shone, just so, upon the edge   Away, away, we're sad, they say      Dog boy, Atlas, Mandrake, the geeks, the hired hands   There was not one among them   That did not cast an eye behind   In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind      The carny left behind a horse, so skin and bone   That he named Sorrow   And it was a shallow unmarked grave   That the old nag was laid   In the then parched meadow      And it was the dwarves who were   Given the task of digging the ditch   And laying the nag's carcass in the ground   While boss Bellini, waved his smoking pistol around   Saying "The nag is dead meat, we can't afford to carry dead weight"      The whole company standing about   Not making a sound   And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate   The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait"      And then the rain came thundering down   Everybody runnin' for their wagons   Tyin' all the canvas flaps down   The mangy cats crawlin' in ther cages   The bird-girl flappin' and squawkin' around      The whole valley reekin' of wet beast   Wet beast and rotten hay   Freak and brute creation   All packed up and on their way      The three dwarves peerin' from their wagon's hind   Moses says to Noah, "We shoulda dug a deeper one"   Their grizzled faces like dyin' moons   Still dirty from the diggin' done      And Charlie, the eldest of the three said   "I guess the carny ain't gonna show"   And they were silent for a spell   Wishin' they had done a better job of burying Sorrow      And the company passed from the valley   Into a higher ground   The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow   And on the mound      Until nothing was left, nothing left at all   Except the body of Sorrow   That rose in time   To float upon the surface of the eaten soil      And a murder of crows did circle round   First one, then the others flapping blackly down   And the carny's van still sat upon the edge   Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge      And the rain it hammered down   And the rain it hammered down   And the rain it hammered down   And the rain it hammered down      And no one saw the carny go   And no one saw the carny go   And no one saw the carny go   I say it's funny how things go