herb pedersen - my little man lyrics
my little man he’s a pistol
he plays with me when i whistle
big brown eyes and a nature full of fun
he looks to me for guidance
sometimes i stand in silence
sorrow bound ’cause i can’t call him son…
passin’ that old football ’round
he cries to me when he falls down
tryin’ to learn that rough and tumble game
although he seems quite agile
his little heart is fragile
but if mom stepped in, he couldn’t stand the shame…
little man what you going to do
when i’m too old to run
will you still come to me
when your day is done
will my dream hold together
i hope it lasts forever
’cause in it i can still call you my son…
the years will come
and the seasons go
i don’t think i’ll ever know
what he feels that i have done for him
so i’ll give him love and kindness
this little man’s the finest
my joy for him will never, ever dim…
little man what you going to do
when i’m too old to run
will you still come to me
when your day is done
will my dream hold together
i hope it lasts forever
’cause in it i can still call you my son
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