Giallo iris collection #0019x

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Yesterday a child came out to wonder,

Caught a dragonfly inside a jar.

Fearful when the sky is full of thunder,

And tearful at the falling of a star.

 

And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round,

And the painted ponies go up and down.

We're 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.

 

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.

 

nd the seasons, they go 'round and 'round,

And the painted ponies go up and down.

We're 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.

 

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."

 

And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round,

And the painted ponies go up and down.

We're 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.

 

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.

 

And the seasons, they go 'round and 'round,

And the painted ponies go up and down.

We're 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.

(Joni Mitchell - The Circle Game (1970)

 

Dreams change with the seasons and the passing of the years, but the words remain the same. And the merry-go-round, which always returns to the same point, like the alternation of the seasons, also proposes the same dreams cyclically, either because they are rediscovered having been forgotten, or because they never come true. This is the circle of life, a theme also found in Gabriel Garcia Marquez's masterpiece One Hundred Years of Solitude. Or of the traditional English song

 

The song is also well known in the version, with a rockier and more accelerated arrangement, recorded by the Canadian-American singer-songwriter Buffy Sainte-Marie and included in the opening credits of the film Strawberries and Blood (The Strawberry Statement), released in the same year, only a few months later (June 1970).

 

 

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