On that crisp September night
I heard the music play.
I will not hear those notes again
for Sandman’s gone away.
With one out still left in the ninth
Two men approached the mound.
Jeter said “It’s time to go.”
The ballpark roared with sound.
Was there a dry eye in the house
when even Hall of Famers weep?
That night, Mo’s opponents cheered,
for the man who spelled relief..
For when a game was on the line-
Foes threatening to score;
One man, one pitch was all it took
as Rivera barred the door.
On that crisp September night
I heard the music play.
They will not play his song again
for Sandman’s gone away.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
On that crisp September night
I heard the music play.
I will not hear those notes again
for Sandman’s gone away.
With one out still left in the ninth
Two men approached the mound.
Jeter said “It’s time to go.”
The ballpark roared with sound.
Was there a dry eye in the house
when even Hall of Famers weep?
That night, Mo’s opponents cheered,
for the man who spelled relief..
For when a game was on the line-
Foes threatening to score;
One man, one pitch was all it took
as Rivera barred the door.
On that crisp September night
I heard the music play.
They will not play his song again
for Sandman’s gone away.
A tribute to number 42, Mariano Rivera
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