ashes, ashes

ring around the rosey
pocket full of posies
ashes, ashes
we all fall down

birdie grabs my hand
her little pixy face
bright with delight
as she drags me
into the dance

ring around the rosey
pocket full of posies

littlest sister cackles
in between us two
her blue eyes sparkle
as we three whirl
round and round

ashes, ashes
we all fall down

we are alive
and kicking
laughing, loving
from full hearts
reveling in right now

ring around the rosey
pocket full of posies

someday they will
be taller than me
someday they will
be too big for this
wild delight of childhood

ashes, ashes
we all fall down

someday they will
no longer be little —
but then there is a dance
unending and a song
that never grows old

ring around the rosey
pocket full of posies
ashes, ashes
we all will rise again