Circle Game (Live at Universal Amphitheatre, Los Angeles, CA, 8/14-17, 1974)

#Pre Introduction
You know there's always one thing that's like a
Been a major difference between the
Performing arts to me and being a painter you know
Like a painter does a painting and he does a painting that's it
You know he's had the joy of creating it
Hangs it on some wall
Somebody buys it Somebody buys it again
Or maybe nobody buys it And it sits
Up in a loft somewhere until he dies
But nobody ...said to Van Gugh
"Paint a starry night again man"
You know he painted it that was it

Let's sing this song together
Okay
This song doesn't sound good with one lonely voice
It sounds good with the more voices on it the better
And the more out of tune voices on it the better
It was really
It was made for out of tune singing this song

Yesterday a child came out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tear full 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 a carousal 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 up his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousal 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
You tell him take your time because it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet just to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousal 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 a lot of grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams
Maybe better dreams
There'll be plenty of new dreams
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
And go round and round and round in the circle game