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
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when your older master fears 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'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
God wills turn to cowards through the town
And they tell him, take your time
It won't be long
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles 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 and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming through
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the sun goes down, before the sun goes down
The last revolving year is through
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
And go round and round and round in the circle game.