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