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Have I Told You, Son?
Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll be a man?
And that someday that I can't help you,
You'll have to make a stand?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll have a car?
And that for you to reach me,
Would still be much too to far?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll have a wife?
And that she'll be there for you,
When I am no longer in your life?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
Have I told you, son,
That someday all things will end?
And though I fixed your bicycle,
Some things you cannot mend?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
And have I told you, son.
That someday soon I won't be ill?
And that even though I'm gone
I'll be with you still?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
And have I told you, son,
That someday we'll meet again?
And that you'll tell your son just what I told you 'way back then? '
So hold your head up high,
And when you tell your son
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
poem
by
Gabrielle Morgan
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