My Boy

A curly-headed boy came toddlin’ down the stairs.

He asked his dad to help him say his goodnight pray’rs.

Daddy takes the hand of his sturdy little man.

I shouldn’t tell, but here’s their little plan…

Dad invites the Sandman to come in.

“Here’s my boy, now take good care of him.

And if there’s room for three

Would you come back for me, my boy?”

Daddy smiled and said, “Now, goodnight, Jim,”

He raised the shades to let the moonbeams in.

"Lord, it don’t seem fair.

Oh, why can’t I be there with my boy?

Seems I hear him callin’, 'Hurry, Daddy, dear,

You’ll miss a chance to see the dance of the goblins while they’re here.'

See that smile and the dimple on his chin.

I wonder if the Sandman’s watchin’ him.

Oh Lord, excuse my tear.

I wish that I was near my boy."

Seems I hear him callin’, 'Hurry, Daddy, dear,

You’ll miss a chance to see the dance of the goblins while they’re here.'

See that smile and the dimple on his chin.

I wonder if the Sandman’s watchin’ him.

Oh Lord, excuse my tear.

I wish that I was near my boy."

(Demo performed by Dave Bourne.)

Note: Bob wrote another verse for this song.

Don’t you wish that you were just a kid again?

To hear your daddy say, “It’s time for bed,” and then

‘Way up the stairs you’d go where only angels know

How dad rebuilt the world just for his boy.

For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America

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