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 coma a summertime snow
  
  Talk to your doctor
  Making her rounds
  Ninety-six tear
  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?
  Hole 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