Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearfull at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
>From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Then the child moved ten times round
the season
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older,
must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
>From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Sixteen springs
and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels
thru the town
And they tell him, Take your time,
it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow
the circles down
So the years spin by
and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams,
maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year
is through
