Bertrand My Son

I have a little boy, Bertrand Tyler Wilson is his name. Two and a half now and hes uh, hes 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 hes never worried about it, I guess uh, his mama and I worried about it a good bit.. Hes had a lot of casts and braces and things. Hes 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, youve been mostly unaccustomed to the taste of the fruit of the blessin tree
Ive been searching through the forest of life for a taste of the fruit of the miracle tree
Bertrand my son, daddys 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
Youll 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, daddys living for the day your twisted feet go dancin
And wonderin if your sufferin when youre watchin all the other children dance and play
But if the livin on the fruit of the tree of love can help your chances
Youll 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