The month of October, nights drawing in
A crescent moon hung in the sky
Smoke out of chimneys, a frost on the ground
Nothing is passing us by

Me and a friend, with an evening to spare
My shirt collar whiter then white
We talked our way down to the middle of town
With the music and movement and light

I rode the big wheel and got stuck at the top
With the loveliest girl at the fair
We had a different view of the old town hall clock
As we swung to-and-fro in the air

I shot on the rifle range, knocked them all down
Missed at the coconut shy
Closed eyes on the waltzers just spinning so fast
We thought we were going to die

At the talk of the town, you've got to be old enough
Down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough
The thrills and the spills of it, I've had my share
We were coming together for Banbury Fair

To the teller of fate we both had a go
To see if she could reveal it all
We palmed her with silver, held onto our breath
She gazed in her huge crystal ball
Seeing an animal, seven hands high
Galloping wild and free
Now the picture is fading, I see nothing more
But a very good omen, you'll see

We bet on a horse, from a spin of a wheel
Would the name on our ticket light up?
So slower and slower towards the last post
I thought we were in with some luck

Jumping into the air, "Danube, that's mine!"
A winner right out of the blue
Our hearts full of laughter as we both realised
That's what the old gypsy knew

At the talk of the town, you've got to be old enough
Down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough
The thrills and the spills of it, I had my share
We were coming together for Banbury Fair

At the talk of the town, you've got to be old enough
Down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough
The thrills and the spills of it, I had my share
We were coming together for Banbury Fair

(Coming together for Banbury Fair)
Coming together for Banbury Fair
(Coming together for Banbury Fair)