Fugue For The Ox

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 Sometimes up and sometimes down Don't let your feet ever touch the ground Sometimes right and sometimes wrong You'll end up where you belong Sound of their laughter makes the ride faster Soon the circus stand must come down Music grows nowhere, the ride is over Say goodbye to the merry-go-round