Herbert Plunge was a miserable one except in the summer when he ran the children’s fair.
When he was young someone killed his mum and that sunk him into despair.
A rare smile would grow on his face while he watched the children play.
He would burst into laughter and the kiddies yelled faster,
When he pulled the lever that sent the carousel on its way.
Herbert Plunge died in the winter of 1982.
That summer the fairgrounds where silent.
There was nothing for the children to do.
If you go to the fairgrounds now I swear you can hear the ferris wheel in the wind,
And in the sky the moon reflects Herbert’s happy grin.
I don’t know if phenomena is real or just echoes in my heart,
Of a man who in my childhood played and important part.