Intro: that old song I knew so well, “children playing on a carousel”

Wind will sweep the streets that turn and wind,
shifting clouds and lifting the shroud of memory.
Scents and sounds meander through the mind,
like playful dogs ahowl in the fog of memory.
Cogs, levers, machinery is turned,
churning thought that grinds in the watch of memory.
Sense smolders, the scenery is burned,
to stain with ash the grasp of the days gone by.

Once I had a fevered dream
hearing a voice,
speaking through drops of rain.
Lightning wrote your name.

there, on the old park bench
where you whispered sweetly
friday or saturday november 10th
the linden trees beginning in the breezes swaying softly
stirring the leaves swirling colors around

our letters in an old cigar box
could yesterday be so long ago?
younger thoughts
don’t age but stay on the page as years go by
that day, I swear I heard
chirping songbirds singing out those three words

Yesterday day the lightning storm
musical noise
grandchildren rush inside
Henry has your smile

there, on the old park bench
where you whispered sweetly
friday or saturday november 10th
the linden trees beginning in the breezes swaying softly
stirring the leaves swirling colors around

Once I had a fevered dream
hearing a voice,
speaking through drops of rain.
Lightning wrote your name.

there, on the old park bench
where you whispered sweetly
friday or saturday november 10th
the linden trees beginning in the breezes swaying softly
the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days
the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days

Vamp at end:

voice #1: children playing on a carousel, children playing on a carousel, children playing on a carousel, children playing on a carousel
voice #2: the days have gone, and now they’ve come again, back in my mind, I hear the song again
the days have gone, and now they’ve come again, back in my mind, I hear the song again
the days have gone, and now they’ve come again, back in my mind, I hear the song again
the days have gone, and now they’ve come again, back in my mind, I hear the song again

Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do doot do do
Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do doot do do
Shu-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-be do-do, Shu-do-do-do doot do do
Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do doot do do