Letras
I have a little boy
Bertrand Tyler Wilson is his name
Two and a half now
And he's, uh, he's named after Lord Russell who I knew and loved
And after my father that I also knew and loved
And he was born with, uh, his feet and legs different than ours
And he's never worried about it
I guess, uh, his mama and I worry about it a good bit
He's had a lot of casts and braces and things
He's about the happiest kid I know
So I wrote a song for him
Baseball, volleyball, ain't you gonna play at all?
Won't you come out and play with me?
Bertrand, my son, you've been mostly unaccustomed
To the taste of the fruit of the blessing tree
I've been searching through the forest of life
For a taste of the fruit of the miracle tree
Bertrand, my son, Daddy's living for the day
Your twisted feet go dancing
From the dark to the light of the joys
That other children know
But if living on the fruit of the tree of love
Can help your chances
You'll be running and playing with him soon, I know
Phone calls, spring ball, ain't you gonna dance at all?
Won't you come out and dance with me?
Bertrand, my son, Daddy's living for the day
Your twisted feet go dancing
I'm wondering if you're suffering
When you're watching all the other children dance and play
But if living on the fruit of the tree of love
Can help your chances
You'll be dancing and playing with him soon someday
Football, basketball, ain't you gonna play at all?
Won't you come out and play with me?
Someday soon you'll see