The Circle Game Misc. Unsigned Bands
[C]Yesterday a [F]child came out to [C]wonder,
Caught a dragon[F]fly inside a [G7]jar.[G7sus]
[C]Fearful when the [F]sky was [C]full of [Em]thunder,
And [F]tearful at the [C]falling [G6]of a [C]star.[F] [C]
and the seasons they go round [G7sus]and [C]round,
and the painted ponies go up [G7sus]and [C]down.
[F]we're captive on the carousel of [C]time.
[F]We can't return we can only look [Em]behind from
where we [F]came, and go [C]round and round and
[C6]round in the [Dm9]circle [C]game.
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.
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.
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.
A seventies hit from Kraziekhat.