Circle Game

Composer：Joni Mitchell

Yesterday, A Child Came Out To Wander,
Caught A Dragonfly Inside A Jar.
Fearful When The Sky Was Full Of Thunder
And Tearful At The Falling Of A Star.

And The Seasons They Go Round And Round
And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down.
We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time.
We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind
From Where We Came
And Go Round And Round And Round
In The Circle 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.

And The Seasons They Go Round And Round
And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down.
We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time.
We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind
From Where We Came
And Go Round And Round And Round
In The Circle Game.

Sixteen Srings And Sixteen Summers Gone Now.
Cartwheels Turn To Car Wheels Through 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'

And The Seasons They Go Round And Round
And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down.
We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time.
We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind
From Where We Came
And Go Round And Round And Round
In The Circle Game.

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.

And The Seasons They Go Round And Round
And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down.
We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time.
We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind
From Where We Came
And Go Round And Round And Round
In The Circle Game.
And Go Round And Round And Round
In The Circle Game.