Growing Away
It seems like yesterday I held you in my arms
You needed protection from the world and its harm
And though I knew that you couldn't stay
Part of me still wanted to keep you
from going away.
You were a baby for such a short while
I'd turn my back and you'd grow a mile
You needed me less with each passing day
And part of me still wanted to keep you
from growing away.
Now you're a young man/woman
and I can't hold you in my arms
But you still need protection
from the world and its harm
So I hope you'll always need me
in some little way
'cause part of me still wants to keep you
from going away.