Paula Collins - Rosier

Round and round, no circle

Like every year is an angle

Sea to sky, low to high

Like bye-bye

Paula, Paula, take us back

It’s been so long on the track

Your face, your mother’s grace

We miss that place

Round and round, no circle

Like every year is an angle

Sea to sky, low to high

Like bye-bye

Bring the wine, we’ll bring the beer

And gather 'round while we’re near

We’ll have a dance, a peaceful flow

When we must go