In that magic world of Carousels
Striped candy bars and tinkling bells
I see myself when as a boy
I revelled in unbridled joy
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The road to the lake is winding and steep
Sheep on the heather a lone vigil keep
Clouds on the mountain sit silent and still
‘Mid soft summer sounds as little birds trill
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It is time to take things easy
It is time to take things slow
It is time to savour time he said
It is time to let things go
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