歌曲 | Circle Games |
歌手 | 陈美龄 |
专辑 | 不朽巨星 名曲珍藏 CD2 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons | |
Skated over ten clear frozen streams | |
Words like when you're older must appease him | |
And promises of someday make his dreams | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game | |
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now | |
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town | |
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now | |
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game | |
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 | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game |
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 | |
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons | |
Skated over ten clear frozen streams | |
Words like when you' re older must appease him | |
And promises of someday make his dreams | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game | |
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now | |
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town | |
And they tell him take your time it won' t be long now | |
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game | |
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 | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game |
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 | |
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons | |
Skated over ten clear frozen streams | |
Words like when you' re older must appease him | |
And promises of someday make his dreams | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game | |
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now | |
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town | |
And they tell him take your time it won' t be long now | |
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game | |
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 | |
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 go round and round and round | |
In the circle game |