Miss Carousel

A blind man with his knife in hand
has convinced himself that he understands
I wish you well, Miss Carousel
but I gotta be a-goin'

On a velvet beach far beneath the reach
of those that come to pray and preach
The natural man who tries to stand is fallin
How long will it be before he sees
you own his legs but his mind is free
Only you can tell, Miss Carousel,
how long will he be crawling?

But I ain't gonna try to make you cry
the tear drops couldn't find your eye
It's all been swell, Miss Carousel,
but the time has come for leavin'