I used to love the carnival when it came into town.
It had the biggest Carousel of any place around.

To see those mighty steeds gliding up and down.
Can make the biggest smile from even the deepest frown.

Feel that breeze in our face as we go round and round.
Smiling at the crowds as our hearts start to pound.

Holding on to those reins and digging in the spurs.
Looking into the crowds everything becomes blurs.

Yes some of my best riding came upon that Carousel steed.
Where I rode and rode for hours and it helped to succeed.

For the dreams of a young one can be mighty big indeed.
But everything came true upon that big old steed.