Woke up to the sky all gray, I know the mountain blew today.  

We painted clouds on old milk jugs, scooped ash into paper cups, 

Mama laughed when I made a crown, it was Magic . . . Volcano Town. 

Making snow angels in the dusty street, wrote hello in ash on my best friend Pete.  

We painted clouds on old milk jugs, scooped ash into paper cups, 

Mama laughed when I made a crown, it was Magic . . . Volcano Town. 

I was ten when the mountain blew, for me the ash was so cool and new. 

We painted clouds on old milk jugs, scooped ash into paper cups, 

Mama laughed when I made a crown, it was Magic . . . Volcano Town. 

First Street smelled of smoke and rain, I only remember the games we played. 

We painted clouds on old milk jugs, scooped ash into paper cups, 

Mama laughed when I made a crown, it was Magic . . . Volcano Town.