| Song | Circle Games |
| Artist | 陈美龄 |
| Album | 不朽巨星 名曲珍藏 CD2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yesterday a child came out to wonder | |
| Caught a dragonfly inside a jar | |
| Fearful when the sky was full of thunder | |
| And tearful at the falling of a star | |
| Then the child moved ten times round the seasons | |
| Skated over ten clear frozen streams | |
| Words like when you're older must appease him | |
| And promises of someday make his dreams | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We're captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can't return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game | |
| Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now | |
| Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town | |
| And they tell him take your time it won't be long now | |
| Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We're captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can't return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game | |
| So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty | |
| Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true | |
| There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty | |
| Before the last revolving year is through | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We're captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can't return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game |
| Yesterday a child came out to wonder | |
| Caught a dragonfly inside a jar | |
| Fearful when the sky was full of thunder | |
| And tearful at the falling of a star | |
| Then the child moved ten times round the seasons | |
| Skated over ten clear frozen streams | |
| Words like when you' re older must appease him | |
| And promises of someday make his dreams | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We' re captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can' t return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game | |
| Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now | |
| Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town | |
| And they tell him take your time it won' t be long now | |
| Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We' re captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can' t return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game | |
| So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty | |
| Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true | |
| There' ll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty | |
| Before the last revolving year is through | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We' re captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can' t return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game |
| Yesterday a child came out to wonder | |
| Caught a dragonfly inside a jar | |
| Fearful when the sky was full of thunder | |
| And tearful at the falling of a star | |
| Then the child moved ten times round the seasons | |
| Skated over ten clear frozen streams | |
| Words like when you' re older must appease him | |
| And promises of someday make his dreams | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We' re captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can' t return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game | |
| Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now | |
| Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town | |
| And they tell him take your time it won' t be long now | |
| Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We' re captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can' t return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game | |
| So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty | |
| Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true | |
| There' ll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty | |
| Before the last revolving year is through | |
| And the seasons they go round and round | |
| And the painted ponies go up and down | |
| We' re captive on the carousel of time | |
| We can' t return we can only look | |
| Behind from where we came | |
| And go round and round and round | |
| In the circle game |