Heaven crested hills and little pink pills
Rolling about before our eyes
Living for thrills, such dubious frills
It's sure to be a short fast ride
Fountains of blue dreams
And green trees make me sing
It all helps to settle my mind.

Walk through the mist with me
It's about up to the knees
Listen to songs
Songs that only birds can sing

Feeling like this
I think better than should
Free wheeling like this
Running through the woods.

When she lays down beneath the yum yum tree
She seems to have everything she needs
Won't you pay attention please
As she feeds on bumble bees

Should I send a snapshot
Of our little girl now
Or should I send you a picture
Of the little black cow.

She loves to see me smile
As she waltz through the field
Flower petals on her nose
She dances through trees
Swimming through the fog
And wet from the dew
The morning is rising
A new day comes to.

All things remembered
The blue of the sky
All things forgotten
Just you and I.

Baby Bubbosh

Music: Armen Danelian
Words: Anthony Correa