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 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,
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 their 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,
On the Buffalo Hills,
On the Buffalo Hills.

I float on a cloud between the boy and the ball.