Come Ride, Come Ride - Emitt Rhodes

Hearing children as they laugh and they sing

Pulling brass rings, dreaming all sorts of things

And the stare in their mother’s eyes, both fear and delight

She’s shaking from fright but she knows everything’s all right

Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down

The merry-go, merry-go-round

Pictures bring back thoughts and things from the past

Memories, they last, even though time, it will pass

For memories are real when there is nothing more

Whenever you’re bored and there’s nothing to live for

Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down

The merry-go, merry-go-round

An old man, he sits and he rocks in his chair

Waiting to die, the boy starts to cry but the man he cannot

'Cause he’s lived far too long and there is nothing left

Visions of youth and he serves no more use than a book on the shelf

Life is sweet when you’ve lost all your fear

Death, it is near, your cares, they will disappear

So you sit and remember the gay laughing sounds

The ups and the downs of your ride on the merry-go-round

Come ride, come ride, come ride up and down

The merry-go, merry-go-round

Life is just a merry-go-round