Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down. Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now. And the seasons they go round and round. Caught a dragonfly inside a jar. And tearful at the falling of a.
And the painted ponies go up and down. Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town. Fearful when the sky was full of thunder. Web the circle game (2021 remaster) lyrics. Skated over ten clear frozen streams.
We're captive on the carousel of time. And they tell him take your time it won't be long now. Web artistfacts yesterday a child came out to wonder caught a dragonfly inside a jar fearful when the sky was full of thunder and tearful 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 the seasons they go round and round. Fearful when the sky was full of thunder.
Words like when you're older must appease him. The song opens with the young boy enjoying the wonder of youth, but looking forward to getting older. Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now. Web artistfacts yesterday a child came out to wonder caught a dragonfly inside a jar fearful when the sky was full of thunder and tearful 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 Fearful when the sky was full of thunder. Then the child moved ten times round the seasons. Web the circle game (2021 remaster) lyrics. And tearful at the falling of a. Web a journey into joni mitchell’s artistry is one of a highly original, harmonically innovative, and emotionally charged, familiar yet fresh adventure. Yesterday a child came out to wonder. Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down. And the painted ponies go up and down. And the seasons they go round and round. 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. [2] We're captive on the carousel of time.