(Dr. Richard Peddicord)   I know this girl from London   She owns a house up on Fitching Row   And every night she takes some strange man to her room   At the inn   Alone.         She wears a diamond 'neath the moon   We bring her flowers in the afternoon   I can't imagine why love has passed her by   But she thinks her love is coming   Coming soon.         And the wheel goes round and round and round and round   Yeah, the wheel goes round   And it keeps on turning around and round and round   Yeah, the wheel just keeps on spinning round.         Sometimes she's weary in the night   Sometimes her heart is sinking low   She's just trying to find someone to call her friend   Someone to share the secrets of her soul.          And the wheel goes round and round and round and round   Yeah, the wheel goes round   And it keeps on turning around and round and round   Yeah, the wheel just keeps on turning round   And it keeps on spinning around and round and round   Yeah, the wheel just keeps on spinning round.         Ha-I........Hi-Ha-Hi-Hi-I-I....