My Pal, My Son is a one, I know he won't stay way. From diapers to blue jeans to who what, these years flash away. He's too young to be left at night, too old to be tucked bed. And he still wipes his the back of his hand, despite what his has said.
My Pal, My Son, my little one, for a while be mine. All we are nuggets of memories we both can polish with time. He's my Pal My Son, my one, for a while be mine. So we'll take our precious, of memories, that we both can polish time.
It's hard to know when to him, and to leave him alone. We have so little time to them the way, before off on their own. are times I'll try to show him, the way to get things done. But to him the right way is you see, it comes, to having fun.
He's My Pal, My Son, my one, for a he'll be mine. All we have are of memories that we can polish with time. He's my Pal My Son, my one, for a he'll be mine. So we'll our precious nuggets of memories, we both can polish with time.
At I feel so frightened, the slips by so fast. God we have our memories, I will forever last. I've his hand and shown him the path, the is his to make. Where is the road leads to his dreams, the path I hope he'll take.
'Cause My Pal, My Son, my little one, for a he'll be mine. All we have are of memories that we both can with time. He's my Pal My Son, my one, for a while be mine, so we'll our precious, nuggets of memories, that we both can with, time.