In the quiet of the dawn, a little soul is born. Put him in a blanket and see that he is warm,
And hold him very close, just as closely as you can for he'll never, ever be that little soul again.
On a summer morning there's a little boy at play discovering the world that will be his some day.
Watch him very close, just as closely as you can for he'll never, ever be that little boy again.
For he'll never, ever be that little boy again.
On an autumn afternoon, a young man goes to learn how to build the bridges and make the wheels to turn.
And, woman, you will love him, just as often as you can for he'll never, ever be that young man again.
Woman, you will love him, as often as you can for he'll never, ever be that young man again.
On a lonely, midnight winter, an old man goes to sleep, leaving everything he owns for other men to keep.
And the Earth will hold him close, just as closely as it can for he'll never, ever be that old man again.
The Earth will hold him close, as closely as it can for he'll never, ever be that old man again.
Gone, a life of yearning, a heart that's old and worn and in the quiet of the morning, a little soul is born.
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