Waking up to hear a little boy's
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Voice in the morning,
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Little footsteps brush across the floor,
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And you open the door.
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Just beneath my gaze I see your face.
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Just like clockwork you reach
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Towards my glass of water
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Upon the night stand, and carefully
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You hand it up to me.
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I'll be by your side, father and son,
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And in time you'll understand
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When you grow up to be a man, Ian.
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Gentle and strong,
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Believe in the words, your song.
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Gentle and strong,
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Believe in the words, your song.
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I want to know you, want to show you I care.
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And I want to lead you, want to be your friend.
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Gentle and strong,
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Believe in the words, your song.
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Gentle and strong,
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Believe in the words, your song.
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I want to know you, want to show you I care.
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And I want to lead you, want to be your friend.
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I'll be by your side, father and son,
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And in time you'll understand
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When you grow up to be a man, Ian.
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Gentle and strong,
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Believe in the words, your song.
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Gentle and strong,
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Believe in the words, your song.
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I want to know you, want to show you I care.
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And I want to lead you, want to be your friend.
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Gentle And Strong
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| Phil Keaggy |
