Baby Buffalo

Are you there Can you hear me

Somewhere Near me

In the morning Long ago

Had to hold you so close Had to never let go

Time on the river Sliding on by

Hard to believe Wink of an eye

Where'd you go Baby Buffalo

What's become of old Cotton Eyed Joe

Holed up, lying low

Long gone come a summertime snow

Talked to your doctor Making her rounds

Ninety-six tears One thousand clowns

There they are Shining bright

True creation Pure delight

They go on So do you

On and on Maybe me too

Long ago Baby Buffalo

What's become of old Cotton Eyed Joe

Holed up, lying low

Long gone come a summertime snow

Hold on to now Till you have to let go

Easy through your fingers Ever so

I'm just guessing I don't know

Maybe it's a blessing I sure hope so