Wear your heart like my own up and down my sleeve
I can hear your every thought I know what you feel
What you feel, what you feel
Watching you is like a prayer, hits me in the chest
Every time I hear your name I can say I'm blessed
I'm blessed, blessed
Nothing but you on my mind
I think about you all the time
Oh that's how I get on with things
My son, my son
Memories of you and me like a chest of gold
Saving up to use one day when I'm getting old
I'm getting old, I'm getting old
I know you will be alright even when I'm gone
You will carry out your life and find where you belong
You belong, you belong
Nothing but you on my mind
I think about you all the time
Oh that's how I get on with things
My son, my son
My son, my son
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