You begin to feel it in your bones
after new years
Soft little breezes
Whispers in your ears.

The sun moves higher in the sky
Glowing like an old, gold jewel
Brings familiar feelings
of rebirth and renewal.

And from deep inside, where dreams reside
A memory kicks in
It's a yearly thing - in the early spring
And it's about to begin.

As the calendar turns, our spirit yearns
For that comforting call
When the words are heard "Play Ball!" (Echo out)

Chorus
We're comin' back, comin' back to baseball.
We're back on track, getting on back to baseball.

We're comin' back, comin' back to baseball.
We're friends again, with that good old game
of baseball.

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Our love for this game
Most often came
from our parents.
They pointed the way.
We became little fans.
And we learned how to play.

We imagined we won the World Series
We were the stars of our team
We'd close our eyes and fantasize
We were the heroes of our dreams.

It was a childhood friend
You could depend on
From spring until fall

In the background we often heard the sounds of baseball
The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The play-by-play
Still resonates today.

Chorus
We're comin' back, comin' back to baseball.
We're back on track, getting on back to baseball.

We're comin' back, comin' back to baseball.
We're friends again, with that good old game
of baseball.

Whatever team you root for
holler and hoot for.
It's up-and-down all season

They win - There's highs
They lose – there's blues
With no good rhyme or reason

But we keep coming back,
coming back to baseball
We're comin' back
Gettin' on back to baseball,

(A cappella)
We're coming back, coming back to baseball.