Buffalo Hills
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists Int'l. (ASCAP)
“This song is for Andrew. Buffalo Hills is a
Little League ballpark.”
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
Here's God disguised as men in dark shirts and masks
In the center of a galaxy
I breathe bright stars and planets
Sun dips to kiss the earth
My angel makes the play at first
On the buffalo hills
Snap shot, visible sign
Spirit moving, bending the grasses
Runs free down the chalk line
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
In flares of distant nights
I see it all work out all right
On the buffalo hills
I float on a cloud between the boy and the ball
