Health to the Garages

from Immaterial Shores by the garages

written by Silverwing, lead vox by Cliff, guitar, bass, drums, and mixing by Shmucku (https://soundcloud.com/automaton-7), backing vocals by Jace Rose, Shiromisa, amadis, Navigator Riley (@StarryNavigator), accordion by Sci-Fi Boyfriend (https://sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com/).

Kind pitchers and batters, come join me in rhyme.
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine.
Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain.
For we may or might never all play here again.

So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates.
Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate.
Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain.
For we may or might never all play here again.
 
Here's a health to the dear splort that we love so well
For the game and its playing, sure none can excel.
E’en shame at the bottom-ninth is met here with glee.
For there’s no team in this whole league as happy as we.

So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates.
Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate.
Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain.
For we may or might never all play here again.

So let's give it the best we can, out there on the field
And even if flames should come, we surely won’t yield.
And if I never meet you in the dugout again
I will always remember you, best of my friends.

So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates.
Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate.
Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain.
For we may or might never all play here again.