When I was just a wee young lad
As bright as anything
I often rode the merry-go-'round'
And I'd always catch the ring

That lovely shiny golden ring
That let you ride for free
And I made it look so easy
'Twas a source of pride with me

Oh, I had no cares or worries then
And the golden rings were many
But the times of golden rings are gone
And I find now there aren't any

Yes the ride is so much rougher now
And I fear that I may fall
Upon this ride of life I've found
There's no golden ring at all!