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Al Stone

Climb up on my knee, Sonny Boy.
Though you're only three, Sonny Boy,
You've no way of knowing—
There's no way of showing
What you mean to me, Sonny Boy.

When there are grey skies,
I don't mind. I don't mind the grey skies.
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me.
Let them all forsake me.
I still have you, Sonny Boy.

You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth.
Why, you made a heaven
For me here on Earth.

When I'm old and grey, dear,
I know you'll never stray, dear,
For I love you so, Sonny Boy.