Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
 Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
 And tearfull 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 the circle game

 Then the child moved ten times round
 the season
 Skated over ten clear frozen streams
 Words like, when you're older,
 must appease him
 And promises of someday make his dreams

 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 the circle game

 Sixteen springs
 and sixteen summers gone now
 Cartwheels turn to car wheels
 thru the town
 And they tell him, Take your time,
 it won't be long now
 Till you drag your feet to slow
 the circles down

 So the years spin by
 and now the boy is twenty
 Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
 There'll be new dreams,
 maybe better dreams and plenty
 Before the last revolving year
 is through