We took my Mum to France
She was far too old to dance
But when she saw the Carousel
She jumped right on and nearly fell
She tottered round to every horse
“I’m looking for the grey of course!”
A passer by said “She’s too old”
My mother never could be told.
She was quite young for eighty three.
I wish she was still here with me
To make more memories like this
To hold her hand and feel her kiss
In dreams I see that Carousel
And it’s time again to say farewell