Spinning wheel, don’t spin for me.
Time, cease when I cease to be.
Flowers, greet me daily,
Bright and blooming gaily.
From turrets high above the scene
Tucked in the castles of my dreams
From height of power I wrest her
Now the king made jester, say
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on, carry… on.
Now I lay me down to sleep
In pastures I wish not to leave
Yet all for naught is lowing
Old we all are growing
Try I may, but sleep I must,
And follow me she will I trust,
In flowing robes, bells ringing,
A voice like angels singing, say
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on,
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on,
carry on…carry on…carry on, carry… on.
Spinning wheel, don’t spin for me.
Time, cease when I cease to be.
Flowers, greet me daily,
Bright and blooming gaily.