p. 2 Circle Game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to carwheels through the town
And they tell him, take your time, it won't be long now
'Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down
CHORUS
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
Be-fore the last re-volving year is through.
CHORUS & CODA
CODA:
And go round and round and round (X3)
in the circle game.
RITARD