And the seasons they go round and round, And the painted ponies go up and down, We're all captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go 'round and 'round and 'round In the circle game.

I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow, It's love's illusions I recall I really don't know love at all.

I came upon a child of god, He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me: 'I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm goi…

Tears and fears and feeling proud, To say 'I love you' right out loud, Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends …

'Do you know how long a year takes when it's going away?' Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. 'This long.' He snapped his fingers. 'A second ago you were stepping in…

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more - the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the d…

I used to be able to summon up scenes at will, but now aging memory is so busy weeding its own garden that, promiscuously, it pulls up roses as well as crabgra…