Buffalo In The Park

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