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?
Hold up, lying low, long gone come-a summertime snow
Talk 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?
Hold 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