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 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 a circle game So the years spin by And now the boy is twenty Through his dreams have lost Some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams May be better dreams, and plenty Before the last revolving year is thorough 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 a circle game And go round and round and round In a circle game