My lovely boy, where did you go?
Caught in the sails? I don't know…
I waved you off—eighteen years old.
You came back angry and cold.
I know we haven't been the best of friends,
but here's an offer now that never ends.
Look how far my open hand extends.
We've got lots of time to make our mends;
on the holidays and at weekends.
Oh, I never really knew,
what, all my brags and boasts,
they must have done to you.
No, I never meant to cast,
a shadow so opaque,
so heavy or so vast.
My lovely boy, ah, there you are.
I knew you couldn't be far.
If all's forgot,
promise me then:
don't ever leave me again.