I hear that beat; I jump outta my seat
But I can’t compete, cause I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning round.
I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go 'round and 'round…
I love to watch them roll,
I’m riding on the merry-go-round…
Someone is waiting just for you
Spinnin’ wheel, spinnin’ true
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
Catch a painted pony on the spinning wheel ride
Someone is waiting just for you
Spinnin’ wheel, spinnin’ true
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
Ride a painted pony let the spinnin’ wheel fly
And the seasons they go round and round,
And the painted ponies go up and down;
We’re captive on the carousel of time.
Riding along on a carousel, trying to catch up to you
Riding along on a carousel, will I catch up to you?
Horses chasing 'cause they’re racing
So they ain’t so far
Oh, the merry-go-round broke down
As we went 'round and 'round
Each time 'twould miss we’d steal a kiss
While the merry-go-round went
Um-pah-pah, um-pah-pah
Um-pah, um-pah, um-pah-pah
Merry-go-round
Where am I bound
With my love and feelings
Merry-go-round
Who wants to kiss me
And hug me and miss me
Yes, who wants to do it
I wish that I knew it
Merry-go-round
Wish I had found
Somebody to care for
Where am I bound
Life is so lonely
If life is just only
To love with my loving
Goes round and round
With a boulder on my shoulder
Feelin’ kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’
Sneezin’ and wheezin’
The calliope crashed to the ground
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
And when the morning of the warning’s passed, the gassed
And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them
Realize their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
I got some troubles, but they won’t last
I’m gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
'Cause I’m in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
Sure is mellow grazin’ in the grass
(Grazin’ in the grass is a yes, baby, can you dig it)
What a trip just watchin’ as the world goes past
(Grazin’ in the grass is a yes, baby, can you dig it)
There are so many groovy things to see while grazin’ in the grass
(Grazin’ in the grass is a yes, baby, can you dig it)
Flowers with colours bright, makin’, everything outta sight
(Grazin’ in the grass is a yes, baby, can you dig it)
I was once out strolling one very hot summer’s day
When I thought I’d lay myself down to rest
In a big field of tall grass
I laid there in the sun and felt it caressing my face
As I fell asleep and dreamed
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Oh, the moonlight’s fair tonight along the Wabash,
From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay.
Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash, far away.
From the great Atlantic ocean
To the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains
To the southbelt by the shore
She’s mighty tall and handsome
And known quite well by all
She’s the combination
Called the Wabash Cannonball
From a lighthouse in Bar Harbor, to a bridge called Golden Gate,
From a trawler down in Shreveport, to the shore of one great lake,
There’s a star on the horizon, and it’s burning like a flare,
It’s lighting up this mighty wind, that’s blowin’ everywhere.
Blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again…
Away out here they’ve got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess,
The fire’s Joe
And they call the wind Maria
Maria blows the stars around
Sets the clouds a-flyin’
Maria makes
The mountains sound like folks was out there dyin’
Maria (Maria)
Maria (Maria)
They call
The wind