In My Secret Place

Time swings like a wreckin' ball into things

Youth fades as quickly as a hit parade

But as the days go by in the gray world outside

Days grow on colorful treesIn my secret place

In my secret placeThey'll sell you tickets for their carousel, don't pay

They'll get your money either way

You can go up and down, you can go round and round

But there's a better fairgroundIn my secret place

In my secret place

Songwriters

Stephin Raymond MerrittPublished by

GAY AND LOUD MUSIC