(Emmylou Harris)

Call happy 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 one's singing older one's 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



Call happy 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