Answer:
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I go around in circles but always straight ahead never complain no matter where I am led. What am I?
A thousand wheels, but move I do not. Call me what I am, call me a lot. What am I?
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand and a stone in my throat. What am I?
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.