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