All The Wondrous Things

Only sixteen in a parking lot, thought we'd have a little fun
Didn't even give it a second thought, when a life had just begun
Three weeks later got a call from her, asking what we both should do
I can't quite remember it was all a blur, but I knew I had a clue

I said We're not done! That's my son! I will never leave I will not run
I tell you we'll grow old, and behold, all the wondrous things our son has done

I could tell she had second thoughts, stomach tied all up in knots
Fifteen miles to the nearest place, that would completely erase

I said We're not done! That's my son! I will never leave I will not run
I tell you we'll grow old, and behold, all the wondrous things our son has done

Dropped out of school working nine to five, when the day finely' arrived
Three hours after I had made the drive, my baby was alive

I said We're not done! That's my son! I will never leave I will not run
I tell you we'll grow old, and behold, all the wondrous things our son has done

Soon my son could walk and talk, and we started throwing balls
I knew I had to work around the clock, I knew my duty calls

I said We're not done! That's my son! I will never leave I will not run
I tell you we'll grow old, and behold, all the wondrous things our son has done

Soon my boy was off to school, gave him just a single rule
Told all about how he came to be, that it came right down to me

I said We're not done! That's my son! I will never leave I will not run
I tell you we'll grow old, and behold, all the wondrous things our son has done

Only nineteen in college dorm, thought he'd have a little fun
Thought what he was doin' was just the norm, but a life had just begun

Three weeks later got a call from her, asking what they both should do
Thought about what his options were, I had given him a clue

He said We're not done! That's my son! I wouldn't be here had my father run
He said we'll grow old, and behold, all the wondrous things our son has done
He said We're not done! That's my son! I wouldn't be here had my father run
He said we'll grow old, and behold, all the wondrous things our son has done
Oh the wondrous things our son has done



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Writer(s): Richard Lindemann
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