Yesterday a child
came out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar,
fearful when the sky was full of thunder,
and tearful at the falling of a star.
And the seasons,
they go round and round,
and the painted ponies go
up and down,
we're captured on a carousel of time.
We can't return,
we can only look behind
from where we came,
and go round and round and round
in a circle game.
Then the child moved ten times
from the season,
skated over ten clear
frozen streets.
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
16 springs and 16 summers gone now,
cartwheels turn to carwheels
through the town, and they
Tell him, take your time,
it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet too slow,
the circle's down
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
So the years spin by,
now the boy is twenty.
Though his dreams have lost
some grandeur,
coming true.
There'll be new dreams,
maybe better dreams,
and plenty
And the seasons, they go round and round
And the faded ponies go up and down
We're captured 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
We can't return,
we can only look behind
from where we came,
and go round and round and
round in a circle.