Fugue For The Ox Emmylou Harris

Calliope calling, children are falling
In line to ride on the merry-go-round
People are passing, children are laughing
They want to ride on the merry-go-round

Doesn't matter when you came
Every ride is just the same
Do not worry how it's done
There is room for everyone

Carousel turning, children are yearning
To ride it forever and never come down
Little ones singing, older ones clinging
Everyone riding the merry-go-round
Go round and round and up and down

Round and round they go always
Reaching for the ring of gold
Never knowing when the music's over
They will be old

Calliope calling, children are falling
In line to ride on the merry-go-round
People are passing children are laughing
They want to ride on the merry-go-round