tucked away in the northeast corner of
the US there is a small town where
tomorrow never comes
apply a place with a majestic Hall a
brick-and-mortar temple to the American
game here the warm glow of bygone days
are collected and safeguarded for all
time artifacts of brightness legendary
tools of a beloved trade but whenever
the present turns his eyes to the Past
the most coveted treasures are the
heroes
magnificent Yankee number seven Mickey
Mantle the greatest
they throw in when I'm slinging and I'll
be slaying might mean the old logging
icons of our prized pastime whose lives
on and off the field have the power to
change us forever well now here's
Robinson coming into the picture you see
the first colored fellas ever came in
belatedly thank you very much mr. Rickey
I am certainly delighted with my
contract strength with class
determination wrapped in hope within
these walls you will find the pride of a
nation today
I consider myself the luckiest man on
the face of the earth our desire to
overcome is personified here and every
now and then hammered home at 14
our story lies within these walls
triumphs of spirit alongside losses
we'll never forget
but even the past is an ever-changing
place and once a year
cherished heroes welcome new ones to
these hallowed halls as we select these
boys of summer to become known
for all time