My Pal, My Son is a one, I know he stay this way. From diapers to jeans to who knows what, these years flash away. too young to be left alone at night, too old to be into bed. And he still wipes his the back of his hand, despite his father has said.
My Pal, My Son, my little one, for a he'll be mine. All we have are nuggets of that we can polish with time. He's my Pal My Son, my 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 when to him, and to leave him alone. We have so little to show them the way, they're off on their own. There are times try to show him, the right way to get 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 while 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 take our precious nuggets of memories, that we both can with time.
At times I so frightened, the time by so fast. God we have our memories, I hope will last. taken his hand and shown him the path, the is his to make. Where is the road that to his dreams, that's the path I he'll take.
'Cause My Pal, My Son, my little one, for a he'll 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.