ON THE MERRY GO ROUND

I rode on that horse on the Merry- Go- Round at the New Year Fair,

And every time I came around,Dad were standing there.

The horses they  went up and down,as it whirled around.

To me ,so small, they seemed so high,up above the ground.

You knew I loved those magic horses  more than owt at all,

Dad,you let me ride one,though Mam thought I were too small!

I shall never  forget the happiness in my heart imbued;

Yet  more than I loved those horses, Dad,I loved you.

I wish I were a child again and you were with us today

I think we’d recognize your voice,and  listen to what you’d say.

Why did God snatch you up ,it seemed to be so wrong.?

But thank you,Dad, for the Merry- Go- Round,and thank you for the songs.

I think that life’s like a Merry -Go- round that we are turning on.

And every time it whirls around.someone else has gone.

We don’t know how long we’ll ride our horses, so merry,and  so gay.

So enjoy the Revolution now,and  say what you  need to say.