When I was just a child, almost off to sleep
My mother sang a simple song to me
And when the room was still again, I reached out for her gentle hand
And asked her what it means to be in love
And she said, "Son, someday you'll be a man - maybe then, you'll understand
What it means to fall for someone else
To laugh, and cry, and lose yourself
Deep inside the gaze of honest lovers
But while you've got this young and tender joy
My son, be a boy"
One morning by the riverside, fishing in the shallow tide
My father taught me how to tie a line
And when we cast back out again, I reached out for his weathered hand
And asked him what it means to be a father
And he said, "Son, someday you'll be a man - maybe then, you'll understand
What it means to work and earn your keep
To cook and clean and yearn for sleep
For long and restless hours at the cradle
But while you've got this young and tender joy
My son, be a boy"
Inside a quiet waiting room, the walls glowed a fluorescent blue
And we waited all together for the news
And when the mood was getting tense, I reached out for my parents' hands
And asked them what it means to lose someone
And they said, "Son, someday you'll be a man - maybe then, you'll understand
What it means to lose the ones you love
To feel the grief of everyone
Who's lost a friend or lover in this life
But while you've got this young and tender joy
My son, be a boy"