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{title:The Circle Game}
{st:Joni Mitchell}
Y[G]esterday a c[C]hild came out to w[G]onder,
Caught a dragonf[C]ly inside a j[D7]ar.
Fe[G]arful when the s[C]ky is full of th[Bm]under,
And te[C]arful at the fa[G]lling [Am7]of a st[G]ar.[C] [G]
{c:Chorus:}
[G]And the seasons, they go `[Am7]round and `r[G]ound,
And the painted ponies go [Am7]up and d[G]own.
[C]We`re captive on the carousel of t[G]ime.
[C]We can`t return, we can only look be[Bm]hind
From where we c[C]ame,
And go `r[G]ound and `round and `r[Am7]ound in the circle g[G]ame.[C] [G]
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons,
Skated over ten clear frozen streams.
Words like when you`re older must appease him,
And promises of someday make his dreams.
{c:Chorus.}
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now,
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town.
And they tell him, Take your time, it won`t be long now,
`Till you drag your feet to slow the circle down.
{c:Chorus.}
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty,
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true.
There`ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty.
Before the last revolving year is through.
{c:Chorus.}
Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
by Steve Putz
7 September 1992