My Son

Take my hand, my son
And take what you've learned, make it your own
Don't fool yourself with other men's gold
There's more than one way to be whole

Will you listen, my son?
There is no love without loss
Picture a river bed, full of stones
They can't get smooth all on their own

My Son
My Son

I'll tell you a secret, my son
There's nothing more sacred than those you have loved
When all is said and all is done
There's no other feeling like coming home

There's no word
Or sound I've known
Like the color of your voice
It takes me back home
There's no picture
Or sight I've seen
Like the sound of your smile
It makes me believe
There's no music
Or touch quite like
The shape of your arms
When I hug you goodnight

My Son
My Son

Will you remember, My son?
No one will know what I have done
The memory of me, in you lives on
And the best we can do is pass on

Pass on Pass on
My Son
Pass on Pass on
My Son
Pass on Pass on
My Son
Pass on Pass on
My Son