I watch my son through a window so old
It is held together only by dirt
He's pulling crabgrass out of the sunlit ground
And putting it into his favorite shirt

My baby boy
He's got her laugh, her smile
Now only my hand to hold
My baby boy
He's got her eyes, her heart
Her strength to withstand
My baby boy
He's got her laugh, her smile
Now only my hand to hold
My baby boy
He's got her eyes, her heart
Her strength to withstand

And the loss to a young boy becomes the glare of a young man
I can't make him know to grieve, only hold his trembling hand

I've never been sure just how to warn him
Of the dirtiness in a proper man
As I look upon his mother's urn
I'm not sure he understands

My baby boy
He's got her laugh, her smile
Now only my hand to hold
My baby boy
He's got her eyes, her heart
Her strength to withstand
My baby boy
He's got her laugh, her smile
Now only my hand to hold
My baby boy
He's got her eyes, her heart
Her strength to withstand

And the loss to a young boy becomes the glare of a young man
I can't make him know to grieve, only hold his trembling hand

My baby boy
He's got her laugh, her smile
Now only my hand to hold
My baby boy
He's got her eyes, her heart
Her strength to withstand
My baby boy
He's got her laugh, her smile
Now only my hand to hold
My baby boy
He's got her eyes, her heart
Her strength to withstand

And the loss to a young boy becomes the glare of a young man
I can't make him know to grieve, only hold his trembling hand
Only hold his trembling hand
Only hold his trembling hand