The Pink Carousel

Round and round I turn it,
Round and round the music swirls,
Round and round the horses dance,
Round and round my good dreams twirl.
Repeating its dance,
Its song its heart,
Repeating its magic,
My dreams start.
But suddenly,
It whistles no more,
Gone with the wind,
Left at a door.
But the horses still dance,
My heart still sings,
My dreams still twirl,
Laughter it still brings.
Being released in the wind
Being protected in my sleep,
Snuggled up in my dreams,
The love so deep.