My Pal, My Son is a one, I he won't stay this way. diapers to blue jeans to who knows what, these years flash away. He's too young to be alone at night, too old to be into bed. And he still wipes his with the of his hand, what his father has said.
He's My Pal, My Son, my one, for a while be mine. All we are nuggets 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, that we both can polish time.
It's hard to know when to him, and when to him alone. We have so little to show them the way, before they're off on own. are times I'll try to show 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 we both can polish with time. He's my Pal My Son, my one, for a while be mine. So take our precious nuggets of memories, that we can polish with time.
At I feel so frightened, the time by so fast. Thank God we our memories, I hope will last. I've his hand and shown him the path, the is his to make. Where is the road leads to his dreams, the path I hope he'll take.
'Cause 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 take our precious, nuggets of memories, that we can polish with, time.