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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 the grey skies.
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.