THE FAIRGROUND - Lyrics
Here we are in the tumbled-down fun park
wrecked and faded now,
and you say "Look all around and
see,
you wanted to know what it's like being me.
“I'm like the little fairground long deserted,
strewn with times gone by;
laughter's
echoes are now so cold
for it has gone from this place long sold."
There are no words I can frame 'til I call to mind
an old painter's
line:
"When the colour in life has all turned to grey
and you're lost for the purpose in one more day, hold on."
Much brighter
this fairground will be restored
and there's more to living than you've known
and more to hold onto.
Now we wander through the
stalls deserted,
and you ask me this:
"Am I not too broken to heal,
Don't you think my hopes are unreal?
"If a little light could
lead me forward,
it would lift my heart,
but the ground here - it is so dark,
and the pale moon is an eye so stark."
I know one who's
been here and there's more than rhyme
in the painter's line.