| Song | The Fairground |
| Artist | Ralph McTell |
| Album | Streets Of London - Best Of |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McTell | |
| Standing alone in the fairground at night | |
| The world racing past on the streets | |
| Only the stars and the headlights of cars | |
| Light the fantasy world while it sleeps | |
| And I looked around but there wasn't a sound | |
| But the cinders under my feet. | |
| Candy-floss sticks spelt words on the ground | |
| I tried to read them in vain. | |
| Before it was clear the wind blew my hair | |
| And rephrased the sentence again. | |
| I stopped to light my last cigarette | |
| The fair was lit up in its glow | |
| I threw it away but the light seemed to stay | |
| Like 'twere moonlight shining on snow. | |
| And I hardly dare breathe | |
| I just couldn't believe | |
| Then the music started to flow. | |
| Slowly everything started to move | |
| 'Cept me and I stood quite still. | |
| Then came a soft cry near the coconut shy | |
| Will you take me to ride on the wind. | |
| And around and around | |
| The big wheel went spinning | |
| Round and round until | |
| I noticed although the fairground was moving | |
| The rest of the world stopped still. | |
| It was then when I realised that I'd have to get off | |
| Although I would've much rather stayed. | |
| Then with a jolt the wheel came to a halt | |
| And the music started to fade. | |
| As the lights went dim my head started to spin | |
| Told myself that I wasn't to blame. | |
| Looked at the ground at the candy-floss sticks | |
| Now the message was plain | |
| Behind me the wheel and the fairground were still | |
| And outside it was moving again. |
| zuo ci : McTell | |
| Standing alone in the fairground at night | |
| The world racing past on the streets | |
| Only the stars and the headlights of cars | |
| Light the fantasy world while it sleeps | |
| And I looked around but there wasn' t a sound | |
| But the cinders under my feet. | |
| Candyfloss sticks spelt words on the ground | |
| I tried to read them in vain. | |
| Before it was clear the wind blew my hair | |
| And rephrased the sentence again. | |
| I stopped to light my last cigarette | |
| The fair was lit up in its glow | |
| I threw it away but the light seemed to stay | |
| Like ' twere moonlight shining on snow. | |
| And I hardly dare breathe | |
| I just couldn' t believe | |
| Then the music started to flow. | |
| Slowly everything started to move | |
| ' Cept me and I stood quite still. | |
| Then came a soft cry near the coconut shy | |
| Will you take me to ride on the wind. | |
| And around and around | |
| The big wheel went spinning | |
| Round and round until | |
| I noticed although the fairground was moving | |
| The rest of the world stopped still. | |
| It was then when I realised that I' d have to get off | |
| Although I would' ve much rather stayed. | |
| Then with a jolt the wheel came to a halt | |
| And the music started to fade. | |
| As the lights went dim my head started to spin | |
| Told myself that I wasn' t to blame. | |
| Looked at the ground at the candyfloss sticks | |
| Now the message was plain | |
| Behind me the wheel and the fairground were still | |
| And outside it was moving again. |
| zuò cí : McTell | |
| Standing alone in the fairground at night | |
| The world racing past on the streets | |
| Only the stars and the headlights of cars | |
| Light the fantasy world while it sleeps | |
| And I looked around but there wasn' t a sound | |
| But the cinders under my feet. | |
| Candyfloss sticks spelt words on the ground | |
| I tried to read them in vain. | |
| Before it was clear the wind blew my hair | |
| And rephrased the sentence again. | |
| I stopped to light my last cigarette | |
| The fair was lit up in its glow | |
| I threw it away but the light seemed to stay | |
| Like ' twere moonlight shining on snow. | |
| And I hardly dare breathe | |
| I just couldn' t believe | |
| Then the music started to flow. | |
| Slowly everything started to move | |
| ' Cept me and I stood quite still. | |
| Then came a soft cry near the coconut shy | |
| Will you take me to ride on the wind. | |
| And around and around | |
| The big wheel went spinning | |
| Round and round until | |
| I noticed although the fairground was moving | |
| The rest of the world stopped still. | |
| It was then when I realised that I' d have to get off | |
| Although I would' ve much rather stayed. | |
| Then with a jolt the wheel came to a halt | |
| And the music started to fade. | |
| As the lights went dim my head started to spin | |
| Told myself that I wasn' t to blame. | |
| Looked at the ground at the candyfloss sticks | |
| Now the message was plain | |
| Behind me the wheel and the fairground were still | |
| And outside it was moving again. |