Walking in the seashore twilight,
It's then you spy carnival lights,
You slowly near the magic sight,
Tangerine sky minus one kite
Take time an' tie your pretty hair
The gypsy driver doesn't care
If you catch your hair in the ferris wheel on top,
In the ferris wheel on top
A silver bicycle you shall ride,
To bathe your mind in the quiet tide
Far off as it seems your hair will mend
With a Samson's strength to begin again
Take time an' dry your pretty eyes,
Watch the seagull fly far-off skies
To build its nest in the ferris wheel on top,
In the ferris wheel on top
If ever I reach her
And the moral here, if any, my friend:
Follow through your dream to the end
Dig the seagull fly across the sky
To build its nest in the ferris wheel,
In the ferris wheel