Rockingchair Dancer - Carl Broemel

When I was young

I tried to be a rockinghorse master

Went back and forth

Pretended I was in a western

Or strutting a street parade

On Independence Day

'Cause the rockinghorse master

Always has places to be

When I grew up

I found I was a carousel cleaner

Turned on the songs

And wiped down the horses each evening

They rose and fell and pranced

An endless circle dance

And the carousel cleaner

Always has bulbs to change

If it ever stops turning

If it ever stops turning

And now I’m old

I wanna be a rockingchair dancer

Nowhere to go

I already found what I’m after

I’m calm as a lazy storm

That rumbles and never comes

And the rockingchair dancers

Always have hands to hold

If it ever stops raining

If it ever stops raining

If it ever stops raining

If it ever stops raining