As summer draws to a close, I have baseball on the brain. I went to a game recently at which my cousin sang the national anthem, and around the same time I was introduced to Paul Stookey's whimsical rendition of Right Field, a song about a hopeless case of a kid who finally gets his shining moment on the baseball field. When I think about baseball, I always am reminded of one of my favorite movies, Angels in the Outfield, so here is a song about that movie to the tune of Neil Diamond's America.
A Miracle
Far
They have come from afar
To help the child
Who wished upon a star.
Free
Their assistance is free
But they have forms
Only he can see.
Roger is a gloomy boy.
He's hopin' for a miracle.
His life hasn't had much joy.
He's hopin' for a miracle.
Home... Foster care is where he'll stay
While his father is far away,
Running from his own past,
Running from his own past.
Home... He just wants his dad again,
And he thinks it could happen when
His team triumphs at last,
His team triumphs at last.
Angels fans around the world
Are hopin' for a miracle.
Every time that ball is hurled,
They're hopin' for a miracle.
Shiny people in the air,
They're helpin' make a miracle.
They're the answer to that prayer.
They're helpin' make a miracle.
They're helpin' make a miracle
They're helpin' make a miracle
They're helpin' make a miracle
They're helpin' make a miracle
Today, today, today, today, today...
Roger and young J. P.
Today
Will have a family
Today
Hope's in the wings
Today
Hope's in the wings
Today!
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