Your Son

YOUR SON
Well It’s been thirty years tomorrow/Since the day you left this world/And for thirty years I’ve come here /To this old baseball field/Where once you showed me how to throw a slider fast and low/And we listened to the series on the am radio/I miss you so much/I’ve missed you so much/Got a picture of us in my hand/Here on the home plate dad/And I know your here by my side/Somehow you’ve been here all my life/And I just wanted to let you know dad/That I’m always, I’m always your son/This Field is overgrown now/The Bleachers all but gone/But my memory still sees you sitting there with mom/And the moonlight shines on centerfield like a silent picture show/That flickers in and out of all those days so long ago/I miss you so much/I’ve missed you so much/Got a picture of us in my hand/Here on the home plate dad/And I know your here by my side/Somehow you’ve been here all my life/And I just wanted to let you know dad/That I’m always, I’m always your son/Well It’s been thirty years tomorrow/Since the day you left this world/And I’ll be back here tomorrow/To this old baseball field/And I’ll show you grandson how to throw a slider fast and low/And we’ll listen to the series on the am radio