I Am My Mother's Son

I am my mother's son
Head lofted high with curly crowns
I am my mother's son
Draped in satin; it gathers at my feet
I am my mother's son
Pretending I'm dancing in a gown
I am my mother's son
My touch of beauty shines down
I am my mother's son
I hold my spirit high as I pass you
I am my mother's son
Deep strokes don't scare me; they are all mine

Don't be fooled I am the manliest of men
I stand by my brothers; they are who I befriend
But, at the end of the winter's run
I am still my mothers son
Don't be fooled I know who I am
A lover, a husband a guide and a friend
And as you see me march to my own drum
Remember I am always my mother's son

I am my mother's son
Gentle touch and sparkling eye
I am my mother's son
Loose lipped and tongue sharp I am
I am my mother's son
A boy of whom angel's cry
I am my mother's son
Fair as a day in late June
I am my mother's son
Flowered, flourished and flamed
I am my mother's son
Who is a lover of his own way

Don't be fooled I am the manliest of men
I stand by my brothers; they are who I befriend
But, at the end of the winter's run
I am still my mothers son
Don't be fooled I know who I am
A lover, a husband a guide and a friend
And as you see me march to my own drum
Remember I am always my mother's son

I am
I am
I am
My Mother's Son
My Mother's Son