His Mother's Son

Dry Northern charm He knows just what to say He's growing in confidence each day She'd watch him grow like a sunflower so tall Don't get too high son and let your head fall If he could hideaway into his mother's arms He'd stay there for a while until it all felt better Opens his blinds Depending on the day To dark skies and occasional sun rays No Ice Cream Vans In Northern English towns The factories and shipyards have closed down If he could runaway Into his mothers arms He'd stay there for a while Until the world stops spinning.. A Mother's work is never done He always was his Mother's son He was his mothers son The Apple of her eye He'd fall into her arms Until it all felt better