Broken Down Ole Merry-Go-Round

The sadness of that broken down Ole merry-go-round (merry-go-round) It's music box is silent now It can't make a sound (can't make a sound) Once it's shiny horses all seem to say Children climb upon my back, and play And when you're grown up, think of yesterday Please don't let my shiny paint fade away When I was young I had such fun Riding the round On the merry-go-round Faster, faster I would cry But it kept slowing down And finally it stopped The sadness of that broken down Ole merry-go-round (merry-go-round) A lonely child is waiting, but it's not turning around Now it's broken, horses all seem to say Little one go home, we cannot play Grown up stopped remembering yesterday They have let my shiny paint fade away The sadness of that broken down Ole merry-go-round (merry-go-round) All the children's laughter I can still hear the sound (still hear the sound)