Younger Son The Free Design

Goodbye, my younger son
I'll miss the spring and summer fun
But my final journey has begun
And though we part our heart is one
The romance and the ecstasy
Live on as more than memory
Your music lives inside of me
And though the image fades I still can see

You are my younger self
A witness to the tales I tell
You're the all-star in the wishing well
Carefree lover raising hell
And now it comes this long goodbye
It makes the mother in me cry
But all that's born must surely die
You know there's more than this and so do I

So I say to you goodbye (Goodbye, goodbye)
John and Paul will say they don't know why
(You'll be coming through the rye)
Apple of your father's eye
You're a bundle of desire
Unafraid to take it higher
I can say you lit my fire
(Light my fire, light my fire)