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 left at night, too old to be into bed. And he still his mouth the back of his hand, despite what his has said.
My Pal, My Son, my little one, for a while be mine. All we have are nuggets of that we both can with time. my Pal My Son, my little one, for a while be mine. So we'll take our precious, of memories, that we can polish with time.
It's to know when to lead him, and to leave him alone. We have so little time to them the way, before they're off on own. There are I'll 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 we both can polish with time. He's my Pal My Son, my one, for a while be mine. So we'll take our 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 leads to his dreams, that's the 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 that we both can polish time. He's my Pal My Son, my one, for a while be mine, so take our precious, nuggets of memories, we both can polish with, time.