Come Ride, Come Ride

Hearing children as they laugh and they sing
 Pulling brass rings, dreaming all sorts of things
 And the stare in their mother's eyes, both fear and delight
 She's shaking from fright but she knows everything's all right.
 Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down
 The merry-go, merry-go-round.
 Pictures bring back thoughts and things from the past
 Memories they last even though time it will pass
 For memories are real when there is nothing more
 Whenever you're bored and there's nothing to live for.
 Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down
 The merry-go, merry-go-round.
 An old man he sits and he rocks in his chair
 Waiting to die, the boy starts to cry but the man he cannot
 'Cause he's lived far too long and there is nothing left
 Visions of youth and he serves no more use than a book on the shelf.
 Life is sweet when you've lost all your fear
 Death it is near, your cares they will disappear
 So you sit and remember the gay laughing sound
 The ups and the downs of your ride on the merry-go-round.
 Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down
 The merry-go, merry-go-round.
 Life is just a merry-go-round.