I Am My Mother's Son

I am my mother's son Head lofted high with curly crowns I am my mother's son Draped in satin; it gathers at my feet I am my mother's son Pretending I'm dancing in a gown I am my mother's son My touch of beauty shines down I am my mother's son I hold my spirit high as I pass you I am my mother's son Deep strokes don't scare me; they are all mine Don't be fooled I am the manliest of men I stand by my brothers; they are who I befriend But, at the end of the winter's run I am still my mothers son Don't be fooled I know who I am A lover, a husband a guide and a friend And as you see me march to my own drum Remember I am always my mother's son I am my mother's son Gentle touch and sparkling eye I am my mother's son Loose lipped and tongue sharp I am I am my mother's son A boy of whom angel's cry I am my mother's son Fair as a day in late June I am my mother's son Flowered, flourished and flamed I am my mother's son Who is a lover of his own way Don't be fooled I am the manliest of men I stand by my brothers; they are who I befriend But, at the end of the winter's run I am still my mothers son Don't be fooled I know who I am A lover, a husband a guide and a friend And as you see me march to my own drum Remember I am always my mother's son I am I am I am My Mother's Son My Mother's Son