My Pal, My Son is a one, I know he won't this way. diapers to blue jeans to who knows what, these years quickly away. He's too young to be alone at night, too old to be tucked bed. And he still wipes his the back of his hand, despite what his has said.
He's My Pal, My Son, my one, for a while be mine. All we have are of memories that we both can with time. my Pal My Son, my little one, for a he'll be mine. So we'll take our precious, of memories, we both can polish with time.
It's to know when to lead him, and to leave him alone. We have so little time to show the way, before they're off on own. There are I'll try to show him, the way to get things done. But to him the right way is you see, when it comes, to fun.
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 while be mine. So we'll our precious nuggets of memories, that we can polish with time.
At times I so frightened, the time 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. Where is the road that 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 are nuggets 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, that we both can with, time.