I'll paint the ponies I'll paint the ponies If you ride I'll paint the ponies I'll paint the ponies If you ride August came on like a love song Like the way that she does Glint of gold in her hair All her devil-may-care But she never stays long I held her there by the light Of a dying sun She just smiled and said, "The golden hour Is only one." I AM I AM THE HANGED MAN CIRCLING AROUND AGAIN LIKE A PAINTED PONY FIXED ON A CAROUSEL RIDE August looked up, said, "September will keep you Good company. You must treat her with kindness Even though you may miss me." If not for the dawn, Oh, if not for what's gone, We'd have nothing. For as sure as the sun Oh, as sure as it comes Is its going. I AM I AM THE HANGED MAN CIRCLING AROUND AGAIN LIKE A PAINTED PONY FIXED ON A CAROUSEL RIDE I AM I AM THE HANGED MAN PULLING ON THE REINS OF A WOODEN PONY NEVER DID HOLD TIME I'll paint the ponies I'll paint the ponies If you ride I'll paint the ponies I'll paint the ponies If you ride I AM I AM THE HANGED MAN CIRCLING AROUND AGAIN LIKE A PAINTED PONY FIXED ON A CAROUSEL RIDE I AM I AM THE HANGED MAN PULLING ON THE REINS OF A WOODEN PONY NEVER DID HOLD TIME I'll paint the ponies I'll paint the ponies If you ride I'll paint the ponies I'll paint the ponies If you ride