Lyrics: Carousel Lullaby

Fellow poet and musician from Montana, John Bacon, was looking for a title for a song inspired by his grandson who was under two. To me it sounded like a carousel lullaby.

That motivated me to write this poem which we turned into a song. Imagine you are rocking a baby, quietly singing this lullaby.

By Shelley Goldbeck

 

Little man in my arms
Drifting off to slumberland.
Galloping ’round and ’round,
Painted pony, reins in hand.
While the music tinkles
He rides it up and down,
Smiling as he whizzes by.
Up and down, round and round.

Carousel lullaby.
Carousel lullaby.
Little man in my arms
Carousel Lullaby.

He leaps off the carousel
And gallops across the meadow.
Wind blows through his hair
While he races with his shadow.
The pounding hooves vibrate.
Feels their power in his bones.
There’s nothing like this freedom;
He’s in his favourite zone.

Carousel lullaby.
Carousel lullaby.
Little man in my arms
Carousel Lullaby.

Back on his painted pony
Up and down on the carousel
Will his dreams come true?
Only the future can tell.
He dreams of riding horses.
It’s in his blood, that’s why.
Smiling as he steers his steed
To the carousel lullaby.

Carousel lullaby.
Carousel lullaby.
Little man in my arms
Carousel Lullaby.

Carousel lullaby.
Carousel lullaby.
Little man in my arms
Carousel Lullaby.