The boy from black mountain rode down from the hills On a black and white horse he called Buffalo Bill And he reached out his arms as they galloped up over the moon
The people cheered on as he raced through the trees And he tried to forget it was only a dream As they stood and applauded him through in his only parade
The boy from black mountain flew down from a cliff In a hot air balloon built by Jonathan Swift And he hoisted his flag as he landed down onto the dim
He soared over trees with the greatest of ease Like that daring young man on the flying trapeze He had no fear of heights and no enemies inside the dream
He'll soon ride his rocket ship off to the moon And he won't be returning here any time soon And he'll wave us good bye as he launches out into the blue
But today take his hand let him play in the sand And name all of the beautiful things in the land And hold on to hïs dreams before anyone steals them away