As a child she would take me on walks through the town
To the park high on the hill with a merry-go-round
I was just a little girl and the horses were too tall
She would help me ride them so I wouldn’t fall
Round and round the carved horses spin
While she stands by me
Round and round would my gray horse win
She said that it did
I grew up but my horse that I rode never did
It would still race on the hill winning smiles from the kids
Our lives go in circles like a merry-go-round
Where you start is where you'll end as the music winds down
Round and round the carved horses spin
While she stands by me
Round and round would my gray horse win
She said that it did
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Round and round the carved horses spin
While she stands by me
Round and round would my gray horse win
She said that it did
On Sundays I will take her on walks through the town
To the park high on the hill with that merry-go-round
I am still her little girl but the horses are too small
We sit and ride a swan remembering it all
Round and round the carved horses spin
While I hold her hand
Round and round would her white swan win
I said that it did
