Dad says it's striking How I look like you And how we share the same eyes Yes he swears I'm just a smaller form of you
But brittle bones and a wisp of white hair Are all I see in that old rocking chair
Tell me how long have you been around And how long ‘til you're underground Tell me how can a son be a father A mother a daughter And I be a man someday Well I wonder Yes I do I really wonder
Could I belong to someone so old who Can only speak in whispers And who cannot hear a single word I say
You're a man with a quivering hand How we're connected I just can't understand
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But when I think of how you smile And the way you look at me It isn't hard to recognize That you belong to me that you're a part of me
Tell me how can a son be a father A mother a daughter And I be a man someday Well I wonder Yes I do I really wonder
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