About the song
“Send In The Clowns,” a timeless classic performed by the illustrious Judy Collins, is a song that resonates deeply with many, evoking a profound sense of melancholy and introspection. Written by the renowned composer and lyricist Stephen Sondheim for the 1973 musical A Little Night Music, the song has transcended its theatrical origins to become a beloved standard in popular music.
Judy Collins, whose career spans over six decades, brings an unmatched emotional depth and elegance to this hauntingly beautiful ballad. Known for her crystal-clear voice and impeccable artistry, Collins’ rendition of “Send In The Clowns” captures the essence of the song’s poignant lyrics and delicate melody. The song itself is a reflection on lost love and missed opportunities, themes that are universally relatable and have touched the hearts of listeners across generations.
In this particular performance, Collins’ voice is both soothing and sorrowful, delivering the lyrics with a sense of vulnerability and grace that makes the song even more impactful. Her interpretation invites the listener to delve into their own experiences with love and regret, making it a deeply personal experience.
The beauty of “Send In The Clowns” lies in its simplicity and emotional resonance. The song’s subtle orchestration allows Collins’ voice to shine, bringing to life Sondheim’s clever wordplay and the poignant narrative of the lyrics. As you listen to this exquisite piece, you may find yourself reflecting on the moments in your own life where timing and circumstance have played their own roles in the story of love.
Judy Collins’ version of “Send In The Clowns” stands as a testament to her enduring talent and the song’s timeless appeal. It remains a powerful and evocative piece, reminding us of the delicate dance between love, loss, and the passage of time.
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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