Concertina Ballerina
Harlequin dancers belong on a stage
Minstrel is playing to lions in a cage
Pictures and portraits are sketched on the floor
Girl selling orchids, one penny for four
Soon there's a crowd at the caravan door
Of the concertina ballerina
Dressed in white satin with ribbon and lace
Wearing a mask, she is hiding her face
Dancing in time to a concertina
Harlequin dolls, he'd be lost without her
He was the star of the travelling fair
'Til the concertina ballerina
How can he tell her?
She stole his heart
Born without speaking
Tears him apart
Harlequin dancers belong on a stage
Minstrel is playing to lions in a cage
Pictures and portraits are sketched on the floor (how can he tell her?)
Girl selling orchids, one penny for four (she stole his heart)
Soon there's a crowd at the caravan door (born without speaking)
Of the concertina ballerina (tears...)
Harlequin dancers belong on a stage
Minstrel is playing to lions in a cage
Pictures and portraits are sketched on the floor (how can he tell her?)
Girl selling orchids, one penny for four (she stole his heart)
Soon there's a crowd at the caravan door (born without speaking)
Of the concertina ballerina (tears...)
Minstrel is playing to lions in a cage
Pictures and portraits are sketched on the floor
Girl selling orchids, one penny for four
Soon there's a crowd at the caravan door
Of the concertina ballerina
Dressed in white satin with ribbon and lace
Wearing a mask, she is hiding her face
Dancing in time to a concertina
Harlequin dolls, he'd be lost without her
He was the star of the travelling fair
'Til the concertina ballerina
How can he tell her?
She stole his heart
Born without speaking
Tears him apart
Harlequin dancers belong on a stage
Minstrel is playing to lions in a cage
Pictures and portraits are sketched on the floor (how can he tell her?)
Girl selling orchids, one penny for four (she stole his heart)
Soon there's a crowd at the caravan door (born without speaking)
Of the concertina ballerina (tears...)
Harlequin dancers belong on a stage
Minstrel is playing to lions in a cage
Pictures and portraits are sketched on the floor (how can he tell her?)
Girl selling orchids, one penny for four (she stole his heart)
Soon there's a crowd at the caravan door (born without speaking)
Of the concertina ballerina (tears...)
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Fennah, Rob Fennah
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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