Buffalo In The Park Lyrics
Buffalo In The Park - Anne Murray
There's a buffalo in the park
We used to go there after dark
Climb his back and pick between his arms
I don't get to go there anymore
Up the left and down the snow
To be taught
Muddy wrong
Childish thing
Between the darkness and the day
I'd go down to see my children play
Day time worries never cloud my mind
I tried my best
I guess I'm not that kind
And though that safely talking bad
They are still playing
In my head
There's a buffalo there to see
To stay the I and hose down to the sea
Find my thrill through the hand
The meet halls intertwine
To the king and mistry God
Repraises motors bike
To see and hear then one second
My shoult spin
Tiny hand
Bails and buckets
In the stand