Yesterday a child came out to wonder
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 grew ten times 'round the seasons
Skated over ten clear, frozen streams
Words likewhen 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 lost to cartwheels through the town
And they tell him,Take your time, it won't be long now
Till you drag you heels to slow the circles down.
So the boy who dreamed tomorrow now is 20.
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.
© 1966 Siquomb Publishing Corp.