Ah,
Time...
The
carousel on which we ride,
The
wheel of chance that rules our lives...
'Round
and 'round she goes,
Where
she stops, nobody knows,
And
even after we are gone
The
carousel will still roll on.
And
when my painted pony loped
Toward
the green season of hope
For
the nineteenth time for me
I
saw you riding next to me.
Yes,
Time was turning long before,
And
so she will forever more,
days,
and weeks, and months, and years,
Measuring
our smiles and tears.
Ah,
Time...
The
carousel on which we ride,
The
wheel of chance that rules our lives...
'Round
and 'round she goes,
Where
she stops, nobody knows,
And
even after we are gone
The
carousel will still roll on.
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And one day, in a magic dream,
We left our ponies for the green.
We left them going 'round and 'round
To walk the moist and grassy ground.
And hand in hand, 'neath shady pines,
We followed in the Steps of Time,
Up a hill, and to the top,
And 'neath the tallest tree they stopped.
And here, all alone, at the top of the hill,
You and I, we discovered where Time had stood still.
And here, where our lives were unbound,
And the world lay beneath us, unmeasured,
I kissed you... forever. |
The Jealous Sea-
Nineteenth Time