Grow out of my arms
Grow out of my arms - my son - my baby, Grow up a man well loved to be, Go out into the arms of the wide-wide world Grow out of my arms - my son - my baby. Stride ahead with firmness of step, Put forth your hand to aid and help, Be it a friend, be it a foe, Jus' remember - goodwill - it needs a hoe. Take out the venom, put in the honey, Lay the sweet open, for all to see, Water a plant, pick out a weed, Look to the sun - and place a seed. When I could gather all of you to me, I knew - the day will come early, When your eyes and mind are ready, To go out of my arms- my son - my baby