I Am Here Lyrics

We gather every August here

To celebrate our game

And raise above our number

Those heroes we can name

But today I want to tell my Dad

A thing he never thought he'd hear:

I am here

Those Saturdays at our house

The Braves there on the screen

The names of Matthews, Aaron, Spahn

Were but a distant, wondrous dream

But those not enshrined in Cooperstown

I hold them just as dear

And it is in their name that I am here



For every kid who's chosen last

And comes back a second time

For every life-time minor leaguer

For the last guy in the line

For every broken-hearted Red Sox fan

Crying in his beer

I am here

For every kid that played in little league

Who still walks in those dreams

For every small market last place crowd

Who cheers the hometown team

For every fan who truly does believe

That this might be the year

I am here



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I am here

For all the others

Who never got this far

I am here

For every kid out there

Still wishing on that star

For every hope raised like a beacon

Proud and bright and clear

I am here, I am here



For every bleacher bun who tosses back

A visitor's home run

For every sorry, battered loser

Who still thinks this game is fun

For those still cheering for the Cubbies

After all these years

I am here

For every parent, every child

Playing catch out in the yard

For every guy whose mother threw away

That box of baseball cards

Who thinks back on their favorite team

And will not fight a tear

I am here



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For those who'll try to stretch

A single to a double every time

For every sacrifice and squeeze play

When the game is on the line

For every ten year old who faces

Their first curve ball without fear

I am here

For every creaking joint and muscle

On your hometown senior league

For every fifty year old dreamer

Who fights through the fatigue

Whose only satisfaction is

One good swing and a beer

I am here



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I wish I could tell every story

I wish that I knew every name

Of every coach and comrade

Who made me love this game

Every teammate, each opponent

I want to tell them all

This is your Hall

For every pickup game and sandlot

In every little town

For every street in every city

Where stickball still is found

For every 6 or 86 year old

Still swinging for the wall

This is your Hall



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