About the song
Introducing “Send In The Clowns” by Judy Collins, a poignant and haunting ballad that has touched the hearts of listeners for decades. Featured on Collins’ album “Judith,” this song showcases her emotive vocals and deep musicality.
Written by Stephen Sondheim, “Send In The Clowns” originally appeared in the musical “A Little Night Music” in 1973. Judy Collins’ rendition of the song became a standout track on her album, earning critical acclaim and commercial success.
While “Send In The Clowns” didn’t reach the top of the charts, it garnered widespread praise for its evocative lyrics and Collins’ heartfelt interpretation. The song’s introspective exploration of love, regret, and missed opportunities struck a chord with audiences, resonating with listeners on a deeply emotional level.
Over the years, “Send In The Clowns” has become one of Judy Collins’ signature songs, regularly featured in her live performances and earning a place in the pantheon of classic ballads. Its enduring popularity is a testament to Collins’ talent as an interpreter of song and Sondheim’s genius as a composer and lyricist.
With its haunting melody and thought-provoking lyrics, “Send In The Clowns” continues to captivate audiences, reminding us of the universal themes of love and loss. Whether you’re a longtime fan of Judy Collins or discovering this song for the first time, “Send In The Clowns” is sure to leave a lasting impression on your soul.
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Lyrics
Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air,
Where are the clowns?
Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move,
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns?
Just when I’d stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here
Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year