Carousel

The horse on the carousel in the square
bears the name of my lover,
my lover who's gone away.
The wind blows the leaves around.
Seasons change.
People too, I've discovered.
My lover has gone away.

A photograph
in a cracked, dusty frame
is all I have,
and the hope
that one day I won't tremble
on hearing her name.

A photograph
in a cracked, dusty frame
is all I have,
and the hope
that one day I won't tremble
on hearing her name,
hearing her name.

Watching the children play,
listening to their shouts and their laughter,
slowly I walk away.
Watching the children play,
listening to their shouts and their laughter,
slowly I walk away.

A photograph
in a cracked, dusty frame
is all I have,
and the hope
that one day I won't tremble
on hearing her name.

A photograph
in a cracked, dusty frame
is all I have,
and the hope
that one day I won't tremble
on hearing her name,
hearing her name.

The horse on the carousel in the square
bears the name of my lover.
My lover has gone away.
The wind blows the leaves around.
Seasons change.
People too, I've discovered
now my lover has gone away.
People too, I've discovered
now my lover has gone away.

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This song is performed by OrangeColumbo.