High on the Yellow Wagon

(Verse 1) High on the yellow wagon, I sit up front with the driver, The horses trot forward, Merrily blares the horn. (Chorus) Fields, meadows, and pastures, A shining golden glow, I’d love to keep on looking, But the wagon rolls on. I’d love to keep on looking, But the wagon rolls on. (Verse 2) I hear flutes and violins, Joyful music sounds, Young folk in a round dance, Dancing around the linden tree, Whirling like leaves in the wind, And cheering and laughing and frolicking. (Chorus) I’d love to stay here longer, But the wagon rolls on. I’d love to stay here longer, But the wagon rolls on. (Verse 3) High on the yellow wagon, I sit up front with the driver, The horses trot forward, Merrily blares the horn. (Chorus) Fields, meadows, and pastures, A shining golden glow, I’d love to keep on looking, But the wagon rolls on. I’d love to keep on looking, But the wagon rolls on. (Outro) But the wagon rolls on. But the wagon rolls on. But the wagon rolls on.