My Pal, My Son is a one, I know he won't this way. From to blue jeans to who knows what, years flash quickly away. He's too young to be alone at night, too old to be tucked bed. And he still wipes his 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 nuggets of that we can polish with time. my Pal My Son, my little one, for a he'll be mine. So take our precious, nuggets of memories, we both can polish with time.
It's hard to know to lead him, and to leave him alone. We have so time to show them the way, they're off on their own. There are 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 are nuggets 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 take our precious of memories, that we can polish with time.
At times I so frightened, the time 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. Where is the 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 that we can polish with time. my Pal My Son, my little one, for a he'll be mine, so we'll take our precious, of memories, that we both can with, time.