Boy from Black Mountain rode down from the hills on a black-and-white horse he called Buffalo Bill and he reached out his arms as they galloped up over the moon. The people cheered on as he raced through the trees and he tried to forget it was only a dream as they stood and applauded him, threw him his own big parade. Boy from Black Mountain flew down from a cliff in a hot-air balloon built by Jonathan Swift and he hoisted his flag as he landed down onto the dune. He soared over trees with the greatest of ease like that daring young man on the flying trapeze, he had no fear of heights and no enemies inside the dream. He'll soon ride his rocket ship off to the moon and he won't be returning here anytime soon and he'll wave us goodbye as he launches out into the blue. But today take his hand let him play in the sand and name all of the beautiful things in the land and hold on to his dreams before anyone steals them away.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
