All night long, and every night, When my mamma 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.