There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plentyīefore the last revolving year is through Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone nowĬartwheels turn to car wheels thru the townĪnd they tell him take your time it won't be long now Words like when you're older must appease him Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
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