Walking in the seashore twilight,
It`s then you spy carnival lights,
You slowly near the magic sight,
Tangerine sky minus one kite.
Take time an` tie your pretty hair
The gypsy driver doesn`t care
If you catch your hair in the ferris wheel on top,
In the ferris wheel on top.
A silver bicycle you shall ride,
To bathe your mind in the quiet tide.
Far off as it seems your hair will mend
With a Samson`s strength to begin again.
Take time an` dry your pretty eyes,
Watch the seagull fly far-off skies
To build its nest in the ferris wheel on top,
In the ferris wheel on top.
If ever I reach her.
And the moral here, if any, my friend:
Follow through your dream to the end.
Dig the seagull fly across the sky
To build its nest in the ferris wheel,
In the ferris wheel.