Baby Boy

Baby, baby boy, will you see my face? Will you hear my voice

Lately, lately boy, I've seen you grow into a man, but not by choice

And when the summer's gone and leaves began to pour, will you tell the old man he couldn't have done much more

Hold my burning hand, the one you squeezed and said, I love you, Dad

Someday, soon enough, you too will age and watch as time calls to catch your bluff

And when the summer's gone and leaves began to pour, will you tell the old man he couldn't have loved much more

We are only renters of these bodies, and I've been fighting for that light inside to guide me

And as you ask me all those questions about tomorrow, I wonder how much time before those leaves grow

Baby, baby boy, will you see my face

Will you hear my voice