| First thing I remember was asking papa, why, |
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For there were many things I didn’t know. |
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And daddy always smiled and took me by the hand, |
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Saying, someday you’ll understand. |
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Well, I’m here to tell you now, each and every mother’s son, |
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That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young, |
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’Cause someday never comes. |
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Well, time and tears went by and I collected dust. |
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For there were many things I didn’t know. |
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When daddy went away, he said, try to be a man, |
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And someday you’ll understand. |
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And then one day in April, I wasn’t even there, |
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For there were many things I didn’t know. |
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A son was born to me. Mama held his hand, |
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sayin’ someday you’ll understand. |
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Think it was September, the year I went away, |
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For there were many things I didn’t know. |
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And still I see him standing tryin’ to be a man, |
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I said, someday you’ll understand. |
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Well, I’m here to tell you now, each and every mother’s son, |
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That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young, |
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’Cause someday never comes. |
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