“In the Fall”

It'll start in the spring, we were just training.
These games probably don't mean a thing.
Unless you're someone like me, trying to make the team.
Then it matters what game I bring.

I can flag 'em down or scoop from the ground.
It's up to me and my playin' bounds.
The choice to paint the town, my focus sound.
Will all matter when I take the mound?

'Cuz I'm a baseball player, a long ball savior.
I play all summer long.
I knew I was first, when my baseball burst,
across home plate I knew I'm not wrong.

In the Fall, We'll Warm Up Really Nice.
In the Fall, Leaves Will Turn Brown.
In The Fall, We'll Have the Time of Our Lives.
In the Fall, We'll Watch Touchdowns.
In the Fall, We'll Hear the Angels Singin'.
In the Fall, We'll All Celebrate.
In the Fall, I'm Coming Home to You,
In the Fall, We'll Call It a Date.

I remember the days, when my daddy played.
He pitched then he covered first base.
He told me that he got paid, for only playin' the game.
He never worked a day his family's safe.

He could start real soon, or simply platoon.
Whatever would help the team go boom.
He was a force in a room, brighter then full moons.
Made the other teams feel doomed.

'Cuz he's a baseball player, a long ball savior.
He played all summer long.
He knew he was first, when his baseball burst,
across home plate he knew he wasn't wrong.

In the Fall, We'll Warm Up Really Nice.
In the Fall, Leaves Will Turn Brown.
In The Fall, We'll Have the Time of Our Lives.
In the Fall, We'll Watch Touchdowns.
In the Fall, We'll Hear the Angels Singin'.
In the Fall, We'll All Celebrate.
In the Fall, I'm Coming Home to You,
In the Fall, We'll Call It a Date.

One year it came, the fall was insane,
and my daddy didn't ever come claim.
His boy who graced his name was prayin',
while his daddy played in the ninth frame.

His son at the time, might not understood time,
but he knew his dad he could find.
By lookin' on the TV, his dad was pitching,
and the next pitch could win him a ring.

Then he let it go and it sailed up and rose,
it was a blazin' fast hard throw.
Then he missed his bat flow, and the game was closed,
a World Series Ring his dad now owned.
He earned the right to bring it home.

In the Fall, We Sang and Danced All Night.
In the Fall, Leaves Did Turn Brown.
In The Fall, We All Had the Time of Our Lives.
In the Fall, We Never Came Down.
In the Fall, We Knew the Angels Were Singin'.
In the Fall, We Prepared to Celebrate.
In the Fall, My Daddy Finally Came On Home,
In the Fall, Wow, Ain't He Great.

Music and Lyrics about Charlie Morton, 2017:
Peter J. Beauchemin