You're blue and I don't like it,
C'mon son why the long face?
Don't be sulky talk to Daddy, I am here.
You look sick, are you eating well?
Is your mother feeding you well or still on mixture of maize and beans?
I am making a meat-pie with Sheila,
Do come by today for some crossword in the evening, I will make sure you have a bite with ole Dad.

I have drawn some designs for the welsh dresser,
I'd like to make it with you,
Your brothers are all away and this one is still growing he can't hold a plane yet,
Just look at him, he's coming up too fast.

"Ok, will do."

What a burden this I carry,
Leaning in and forward all the time,
Why am I so not what I wanna be?
Why is my past haunting me all the time?

This I will carry for you, but who are you really?
Come to me oh the ones with a heavy heart, and I will give you rest,
Who are you?
My one immortal friend, where are you?

Words are cheap, but still here I am failing to fall for it,
This I will ask, that I seek, that so you said,
I wanna be a good one,
I am someone's boy,
With nothing but a smile.