Call happy calling children are falling   In line to ride on the merry-go-round   People are passing children are laughing   They want to ride on the merry-go-round      Doesn't matter when you came   Every ride is just the same   Do not worry how it's done   There is room for everyone      Carousel turning children are yearning   To ride it forever and never come down   Little one's singing older one's clinging   Everyone riding the merry-go-round   Go round and round and up and down      Round and round they go always reaching for the ring of gold   Never knowing when the music's over they will be old      Call happy calling children are falling   In line to ride on the merry-go-round   People are passing children are laughing   They want to ride on the merry-go-round      Sometimes up and sometimes down   Don't let your feet ever touch the ground   Sometimes right and sometimes wrong   You'll end up where you belong      Sound of their laughter makes the ride faster   Soon the circus stand must come down   Music grows nowhere the ride is over   Say goodbye to the merry-go-round