Had to cry last
night When I came home to you my loving You
were innocent Like summer sun and winter
snow You're the hope for me The love
for your young lovely mother We've got
a son a part of her and me
Wish you welcome to this life Surely
hope that you'll survive Won't be easy
for you Son, when you are getting older Surely
you will have to fight
In a way I wish that you would never
be much older Never have to face the
hard and cold realities 14 pages of your
book have already been written I'll
never see the last page of it, son |
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