text: So I remember, um, Marianne, and Sue, and DeeDee, and, um, Connie, and I would be in chorus together. And we were always looking forward to those silly things you used to do at the end of the year. You know, those spring concerts. And, um, this was one of the songs we did one year. And I remember this was Mariannes favourite.
  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 youre older must appease him
  And promises of someday make up his dreams
  And the seasons, they go round and round
  And the painted ponies go up and down
  Were captive on the carousel of time
  We cant 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 turn to car wheels through the town
  And they tell him, Take your time, it wont be long now
  til 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
  Were captive on the carousel of time
  We cant return, we can only look
  Behind from where we came
  And go round and round and round in the circle game
  And the seasons, they go round and round
  And the painted ponies go up and down
  Were captive on the carousel of time
  We cant 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 true
  Therell be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
  Before the last revolving year is through
  And the seasons, they go round and round
  And the painted ponies go up and down
  Were captive on this carousel of time
  We cant return, we can only look
  Behind from where we came
  And go round and round and round in the circle game
  And the seasons, they go round and round
  And the painted ponies go up and down
  Were captive on this carousel of time
  We cant return, we can only look
  Behind from where we came
  And go round and round and round in the circle game
  We cant return, we can only look
  Behind from where we came
  And go round and round and round in the circle game