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Painted ponies go up and down, so the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty, so the years spin by and now the boy is twenty, we can only look behind from where we came
And the seasons they go round and round, before the last revolving year is through
were captive on the carousel of time
And the seasons they go round and round, and tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons, and skated over ten clear frozen streams, we can only look behind from where we came
then the child moved ten times round the seasons
and promises of someday make his dreams
Must appease him, were captive on the carousel of time
And go round and round in the circle game, were captive on the carousel of time, take your time
And they tell him, and they tell him Game, and go round and round in the circle game
he caught a dragonfly inside a jar
and promises of someday make his dreams
Must appease him, and the seasons they go round and round
Were captive on the carousel of time, maybe better dreams and plenty
And the seasons they go round and round, and the painted ponies go up and down The, and go round and round in the circle game
we can t return
Yesterday a child came out to wonder, and the seasons they go round and round
and fearful when the sky was full of thunders
we can t return
There ll be new dreams, were captive on the carousel of time
It won t be long now, and go round and round
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town, we can t return, we can only look behind from where we came
Yesterday a child came out to wonder, we can only look behind from where we came
We can only look behind from where we came, when youre older, were captive on the carousel of time
Were captive on the carousel of time, and fearful when the sky was full of thunders
and promises of someday make his dreams
and go round and round in the circle game
we can t return
We can only look behind from where we came, we can t return
when youre older
And go round and round in the circle game, we can only look behind from where we came Tom, and promises of someday make his dreams
Were captive on the carousel of time, we can t return