I float on a cloud between the boy and the ball The long haired mermaids lie on rocks by the ocean Around the diamond grass My Blue-Eyed Dream comes home at last to the Buffalo Hills, to the Buffalo Hills
Here's God disguised as men in dark shirts and masks In the center of the galaxy, I breathe bright stars and planets Sun dips to kiss the earth My angel makes the play at first on the Buffalo Hills, on the Buffalo Hills
Snap shot, visible sign Spirit moving, bending the grasses Runs free down the chalkline Child of Wonder Long legs and lashes
Proud fathers cursing the fates, then speaking in tongues Our dim dreams circle the moon, like fog around gaslight When all is said and Done we pray that innocence has won on the Buffalo Hills, on the Buffalo Hills
In flares of distant nights I see it all work out all right on the Buffalo Hills, on the Buffalo Hills...
I float on a cloud between the boy and the ball...
This song is for Andrew. Buffalo Hills is a little league ballpark