Tomorrow the grass will again smell sweet
 And clouds dance 'cross the sky.
The scouts will settle in their faraway seats
 And the infield will begin to dry.

The pennants will make merry in the breeze
 'long the tops of the stadium walls.
The quiet will break with a bird's reprise
 and cleats clacking up the halls.

The boys will appear into daylight sun
 climbing up the dugout stairs.
But their numbers will be short by one:
 a brother now in their prayers.
 
Quiet and somber they resume their career
 Determined to restart the campaign.
But what they don't know is that I am here
 And I have come to ease the pain.

There is no hurt, and I suffer not.
 In the heavens I am at peace.
But here on Earth, on this august plot,
 My paradise is bequeathed.

Here is my joy, with family near,
 With my 'mates toiling side by side.
Here is my dream, that I held most dear,
 And the life that I lived with pride.

Run with me 'cross the field one more time.
 Let the wind dry away your tears.
Play with me, this game so sublime.
 Fill your hearts with encouraging cheers.

Take up our balls! And our bats! And our glove!
 Let's tighten up our laces!
Have us a game we can all be proud of.
 Now let's go run some bases!

I'll stay here in the dugout now.
 My bench spot now the secure.
But I'll be sitting here, cheering loud,
 stopping not 'til victory assured.

So think not "good-bye", but "welcome home".
 Please share my joy as you play.
With so many games not yet begun
 'Tis not time to send me away.

Hold me close, and in memories dear.
 It's your turn to pick up the ball.
I am happy now, and always near.
 As I wait for The Skipper's call.

Take close to heart these words, I trust
 That in time all hearts shall heal.
Please bury my body where you must,
 But my soul rests in centerfield.