| 歌曲 | Come Ride, Come Ride |
| 歌手 | Emitt Rhodes |
| 专辑 | The American Dream |
| 作词 : Rhodes | |
| Rhodes | |
| 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. |
| zuò cí : Rhodes | |
| Rhodes | |
| 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 merrygo, merrygoround. | |
| 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 merrygo, merrygoround. | |
| 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 merrygoround. | |
| Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down | |
| The merrygo, merrygoround. | |
| Life is just a merrygoround. |