Empty benches, silent swing, Twinkling lights, softly dimming. The scent of popcorn, fades in the air, A ghostly whisper, everywhere. The Ferris wheel, stands still and tall, Against the velvet sky, embracing all. A gentle breeze, begins to sigh, Carousel's lullaby, a gentle tune, Under the moon, so pale and soon. Carousel's lullaby, soft and low, Dreaming of laughter, from long ago. Painted horses, frozen in place, Their glassy eyes, reflect the moon's grace. No children's laughter, no joyful cries, Just the quiet hum, of sleeping skies. The Ferris wheel, stands still and tall, Against the velvet sky, embracing all. A gentle breeze, begins to sigh, Carousel's lullaby, a gentle tune, Under the moon, so pale and soon. Carousel's lullaby, soft and low, Dreaming of laughter, from long ago. The stars above, like diamonds bright, Watch over the park, in the still of night.