(Fred Ebb - Manson) When he was young I held him on my knee Pressed him close to me kissed his tears away When he was young very young together we would ween Lands of make believe where we two could play. But how the time hurries by summers go winters fly Toys on the shelf he can reach by himself Time hurries on youth is here then it's gone Yes, that's the plan now my boy's a little man. But in my heart forever he will be As he was to me when he was young...