There's a buffalo in the park We used to go there after dark Climb his back and peek between his arms I don't get to go there anymore Up the ladders and down the slope Teeter totter, muddy water Childish things
Between the darkness and the day I go down to see my children play Daytime worries never cloud my mind I tried my best, I guess I'm not that kind And though they're safely tucked in bed They're still playing In my head
There's a buffalo there to see Just take the iron horse down to the sea Find my thrill through the hand, the meet halls intertwine To the clinging minstrel God who plays his little fire To see and hear them once again In my short span, tiny hands Pails and buckets in the standTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
