Come one, come all
To the ball field today,
Let your cares drift, drift away.
Come one, come all
For the simple joy of the play,
The power and grace of baseball ballet.
Set in the bright sunshine,
On a lush green stage,
There’s magic in the sounds–
The chatter of the players,
The pop of the pitch,
The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd.
Yes, come one, come all
To the ball field today.
Be alive, be at ease, on a warm summer day.