Where the horses rose then fell.
So prettily the horses move
Like they've got something else to prove.
And so the world is spinning.
And I wonder who'll be winning
In this carousel,
this brightly painted cell.
But still I'll give the man his due
To ride this ride of green and blue.
And though we go around and round,
I'll listen to the music's sound.
I'll close my eyes but still can tell
The movements of the carousel.
It's a ride to nowhere, up and down,
Choose a smile or a frown
For the pretty horses…for a pretty view…
I'll sit awhile for something new
And await the sound of the bell
For the
Carousel.
