MERRY-GO-ROUND A merry-go-round in a park may still think of me to be a child. I wonder which innocent mirth is still in its mind. Merry-go-round, dance with me through this blessed sunlight! The years of my past are flown flocks being fed with crumbs. Merry-go-round, you can speed your shoulders like the winds in flight! I am still with you but don't understand at what you can laugh. Merry-go-round, spin my head by taking my infancy up! The world's misery is down and something around is blind. The world's mystery is uncovered and I don't understand your delight. The world's misery is something inside the black gloves of a night. Merry-go-round, keep my innocent years in your mind! I wonder if you know I still want to be a child.