Brotherhood of Man

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Dm
When I was a little child
                                   A
I loved it when the circus came to my town

Gathered in this great arena
                                Dm
All my favorites once a year in my town.
Gm
But my favorite of them all
        F
Are the famous flying demons
               A
Hear them call high above the great arena
                                         Dm
We would hold our breath in case they'ed fall.

Chorus:
D           Dmaj7
Fly fly fly fly
D                                    A
Gliding through the air in all their glory
Em
High high so high
A                               D
Weaving silhouettes before your eyes
D           Dmaj7
Fly fly fly fly
D                                 A
Will they ever live to tell their story
Em                A                               D      Dm
They flew so high on the night the circus came to town.

Dm
Now I have a little child
                                     A
He loves it when the circus comes to our town

He is filled with great emotion
                                Dm
See his face his eyes wide open my son.
Gm
Now the moment has arrived
F
See him look up to the skies
A
High above the great arena
                             Dm
Looking up to see the demons fly.

Chorus:
D           Dmaj7
Fly fly fly fly
D                                    A
Gliding through the air in all their glory
Em
High high so high
A                               D
Weaving silhouettes before your eyes
D           Dmaj7
Fly fly fly fly
D                                 A
Will they ever live to tell their story
Em                A                               D
They flew so high on the night the circus came to town.

Chorus:
D           Dmaj7
Fly fly fly fly
D                                    A
Gliding through the air in all their glory
Em
High high so high
A                               D
Weaving silhouettes before your eyes
D           Dmaj7
Fly fly fly fly
D                                 A
Will they ever live to tell their story
Em                A                               G   Em
They flew so high on the night the circus came to town.
                   D
The circus came to town.