Up over the carousel, she came to live Only a child on her own - alone In the morning she'd wake to the old steam calliope Turning the merry-go-round. Children and mothers, lovers and friends came Whenever the music spilled out on the midway They'd climb on their wild dancing horses And ride off with their dreams on the merry-go-round. And all of the carney folk watched out for her daily Bert gave her plaster angels, Dorina read her fortune And told how an old soul lived deep in the heart Of the child from the merry-go-round. Gulls taught the child soaring, shells taught her to listen And out on the pier where the old men were fishing She'd gather up stories like bright stones And she'd carry them home, to the merry-go-round. Sometimes in the dark, while the midway was sleeping When all the night walkers crept in through the windows She'd run to her silver white mare And go gallop to stars, on the merry-go-round. Up over the carousel, she came to live Only a child on her own - alone In the morning she'd wake to the old steam calliope Turning the merry-go-round.