Turn Little Wheel

I pin the blue scarf

under my chin

Step through the market,

let the morning in

The old gate rattles,

the kettle sings

I carry only what the small

bag brings

If the road bends,

I bend with it If the

rain comes down,

I wait a bit Turn,

little wheel,

turn slow

I know the way my feet

should go Smile like a coin

in a paper cup

Fall seven times,

get seven times up

A paper boat slips

beside the pier

A child calls out,

but the sound is clear

The river keeps its silver face

I tie my wish

to a bamboo brace

If the door shuts,

I knock once more If the

wind shifts, I find the shore

Turn, little wheel,

turn slow

I know the way my feet

should go Smile like a coin

in a paper cup

Fall seven times,

get seven times up

No crown, no promise,

no grand parade Just one bright

thread through the plans we made

Let the night keep all it

knows Tomorrow blooms where the footpath

goes

Turn, little wheel,

turn slow

I know the way my feet

should go Smile like a coin

in a paper cup

Fall seven times,

get seven times up

Turn, little wheel,

turn slow

I know the way my feet

should go