What happens to innocent things?
Corruption comes with age.
Timeless figures in glass cases
always stay the same.
But Phoebe’s changing every day
and she will never be the same.
I’ll catch her in the fields of rye
before she makes the plunge.
I’ll rub the writing off the wall
before she learns what it means.
Or does she already know?
And does it worry her so?
She’ll reach for the golden ring
as the world goes round like a carousel.
She’s reaching for the golden ring.
One time she’ll fall.
She skips around the carousel
and picks her favorite horse.
She waves to me every time around.
I’ll never catch her if she falls.
She’ll reach for the golden ring
as the world goes round like a carousel.
She’s reaching for the golden ring.
One time she’ll fall.
I wonder where do the ducks go when the pond is frozen over.
She’ll reach for the golden ring
as the world goes round like a carousel.
She looks so nice in her pretty blue coat.
One time she’ll fall.
She’ll reach for the golden ring
as the world goes round like a carousel.
But she’ll keep reaching for the golden ring.
When will she fall?
Written by Brian & Michelle Coombes 2002 Coombes/Coombes