Carousel

The horses come around again
their saddles painted bright
Our children disappear once more
then come into our sight

Faces tell of just the moment
on a summer night
When organ music filled the air
and hands held on so tight

And all around the Carousel
we can believe it’s true
How quickly they are growing up
how much they ask to do

Our wish to slow things down a bit
and keep this moment so
Is equal to a child’s wish
to go and go and go

And as we come full circle
time and time again
Uncertain where were going
sure of where we’ve been

Each wave and smile adds to all
the stories we will tell
Of simple nights when we were small
and rode the Carousel

November 2006