Текст песни Play With My Son (Carter's Song) - Jason Blaine feat. Carter McEwen

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 worried 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 blessin' 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 livin' for the day your twisted feet go dancing
From the dark to the light of the joys that other children know
But if livin' on the fruit of the tree of love can help your chances
You'll be runnin' and playin' with them 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 dancin
And wonderin' if your sufferin' when you're watchin' all the other children dance and play
But if the livin' on the fruit of the tree of love can help your chances
You'll be dancing and playing with them soon some day

Football, basketball, ain't you gonna play at all
Won't you come out and play with me
Someday soon you'll see