And the seasons,

They go round and round.

And the painted ponies

They go up and down . . .

 

. . . But now old friends they’re acting strange
They shake their heads and They say I’ve changed —
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day,

I’ve looked at life

from both sides now,

From win and lose

and still somehow,

it’s life’s illusions I recall,

i really don’t know life

at all . . .