When I was young
I tried to be a rockinghorse master
Went back and forth
Pretended I was in a westernOr strutting a street parade
On Independence Day
'Cause the rockinghorse master
Always has places to beWhen I grew up
I found I was a carousel cleaner
Turned on the songs
And wiped down the horses each evening
They rose and fell and pranced
An endless circle dance
And the carousel cleaner
always has bulbs to changeIf it ever stops turning
If it ever stops turningAnd now I'm old
I wanna be a rockingchair dancer
Nowhere to go
I already found what I'm afterI'm calm as a lazy storm
That rumbles and never comes
And the rockingchair dancers
Always have hands to hold
If it ever stops raining
If it ever stops raining
If it ever stops raining
If it ever stops raining
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.