Helen Cooper
10-21-2007, 11:22 PM
Ride the carrousel while you are young,
Steeds all brightly painted, nostrils flaired,
Revel in the rhythm of the ride,
Let not moans of ecstacy be spared.
Too quickly, flames of passion will abate
And embers glow where once the flames were high,
So ride the carrousel while you are young
And grab the golden ring as you go by.
But do not let the fire within consume
The very spark that gives life to your love,
Keep the bellows fanning embers bright
And harmonize with music from above.
Yes, ride the carrousel while you are young,
Embrace and keep he mem'ries always dear
For slowly metamorphosis occurs
And love will grow with every passing year.
Steeds all brightly painted, nostrils flaired,
Revel in the rhythm of the ride,
Let not moans of ecstacy be spared.
Too quickly, flames of passion will abate
And embers glow where once the flames were high,
So ride the carrousel while you are young
And grab the golden ring as you go by.
But do not let the fire within consume
The very spark that gives life to your love,
Keep the bellows fanning embers bright
And harmonize with music from above.
Yes, ride the carrousel while you are young,
Embrace and keep he mem'ries always dear
For slowly metamorphosis occurs
And love will grow with every passing year.