Go Round

She longs to be the lark pouring a hymn of praise
Paints her portrait in leaping light the color of savage grace
She wants un-prisoned wings and days without strings to fly
Like a tumbling satellite up in the starwheel sky

Go round in circles, go where you’ve been
Go round the sun, sweet mama
Till you find me again

She searches for the bright beauty among the thorns
Then she’s suddenly breaking blue caught in a brooding storm
Sometimes she gets it right, but when she gets it wrong
Ringing all of her spirit’s bells, she’s back on the horse and gone

Go round in circles, go where you’ve been
Go round the sun, sweet mama
Till you find me again

Go round, hey go round
Bum-bum-bum-bum, baby till you come down
Go round, hey go round
Bum-bum-bum-bum, back onto solid ground

Way back in ancient times men had the upper hand
Till Solomon’s seven hundred wives made a wreck of the man
She’s full of mystery, and Sherlock, he hunts for clues
He can never unravel all but maybe he’ll solve a few

Go round in circles, go where you’ve been
Go round the sun, sweet mama
Till you find me again

Go round, hey go round
Bum-bum-bum-bum, baby till you come down
Go round, hey go round
Bum-bum-bum-bum, back onto solid ground



Written by Craig Bickhardt
2014 by Almo-Universal Music and Craig Bickhardt ASCAP
All rights administered by Universal Music Group