Imagine a boy in the long summer's heat
In baggy short trousers the world at his feet
He knows what he wants and how he'll enjoy
The thrill of the journey. Imagine that boy
He's trod ev'ry path and climbed ev'ry tree
He knows where the badgers and foxes might be
The brambles they scratched him so bad that he bled
In bracken so tall it hangs over his head
For the boy is the father: the father to man
And he knows so much more than all the grown-ups can
Imagine a boy in paradise lost
His plans for the day: find a stream he can cross
To splash through the puddles and make lots of noise
His world is a wonder. Imagine that boy
For the boy is the father: the father to man
And he knows so much more than all the grown-ups can
Imagine a boy sixty years down the line
Though battered and care-worn he's doing just fine
He stares in the mirror; the boy stares right back
He's still not forgotten the fun that he had
For the boy is the father, the father to man
And he knows so much more than any grown-up can
And the man who remembers what once he held dear
Is a boy still at heart until the end of his years