My Pal, My Son is a one, I know he stay this way. diapers to blue jeans to who knows what, these years flash 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 his father has said.
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 we'll our precious, nuggets of memories, that we both can polish time.
It's hard to when to lead him, and to leave him alone. We have so time to show them the way, before off on their own. are times I'll try to show him, the way to get things done. But to him the way is wrong you see, it comes, to having fun.
He's My Pal, My Son, my one, for a he'll be mine. All we have are of memories that we both can polish time. my Pal My Son, my little one, for a while be mine. So we'll take our nuggets of memories, that we both can with time.
At times I so frightened, the slips by so fast. God we have our memories, I hope will last. I've taken his hand and him the path, the is his to make. Where is the that leads to his dreams, that's the path I he'll take.
'Cause he's My Pal, My Son, my one, for a while be mine. All we are nuggets of memories that we both can polish 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 both can with, time.