I always knew you 
In your mothers arms 
I have called your name 
I've an idea 
Placed in your mind 
To be a better man 
I've made a crown for you 
Put it in your room 
And when the bride [bad word] 
There will be noise 
There will be glad 
And a perfect bed

And when you write a poem 
I know the words, I know the sounds 
Before you write it down 
When you wear your clothes
I wear them too, I wear your shoes 
And the jacket too 
I always knew you 
In your mothers arms 
I have called you son 
I've made amends 
Between father and son 
Or if you haven't one

Rest in my arms 
Sleep in my bed 
There's a design 
To what I did and said