Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old, 当我还是一个小男孩，四十岁的回忆，

Waiting for my daddy to come home, 等待我的爸爸回家，

And now I look into the eyes of my own son, 现在我看着我自己的儿子眼中，

Wondering what he's thinking of, 不知道他在想什么了，

Waiting at the window when I come home. 在窗口等待的时候我回家。

Watch his eyes fill up with joy and wonder. 看着他的眼睛充满了喜悦和惊奇。

He reaches out his tiny hands; 他伸出他的小手;

I feel the bond 'tween boy and man. 我觉得债券二层男孩和男人。

   

Memories of my mom cryin', my daddy gone for weeks at a time, 我的妈妈哭泣的回忆，我的爸爸走了几个星期的时间，

Not knowing how to comfort her, 不知道如何安慰她，

Facin' my pillow, pretendin' not to hear. Facin 我的枕头， pretendin “没听见。

Now I write this letter to my little boy. 现在我写这封信给我的小男孩。

I'm far away, not knowing really what to say 我很远，不知道该说什么真的

Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry." 除了“对不起哦非常抱歉。 ”

I don't want to make these same 我不想让这些同

Mistakes my daddy made with me. 误区我的爸爸和我一起做。

Still his voice rolls off my tongue 还是他的声音滑离我的舌头

When I say, "Boy, protect your mom." 当我说， “孩子，保护你的妈妈。 ”

   

Memories of my wife crying on the phone 我的妻子哭着回忆在手机上

Wonderin' when I'm coming home. 迷惘时，我要回家。

My voice sounds detached and cold, 我的声音听起来很超脱和寒冷，

Reminds me of someone that I knew; 提醒别人，我知道了​​我;

He had a funny attitude 他有一种奇怪的态度

When I needed him to be 当我需要他为

All the things only a daddy could be to me. 只有所有的事情爸爸可能是我。

And I don't want to make the same 我不想犯同样的

Mistakes my daddy made with me. 误区我的爸爸和我一起做。

Still his voice rolls off my tongue 还是他的声音滑离我的舌头

When I say, "Not now, I'm busy son." 当我说， “现在不行，我很忙的儿子。 ”

   

Memories of lying in bed with my wife and son, 躺在床上，我的妻子和儿子的回忆，

Overwhelmed by so much love, 这么多的爱不堪重负，

Tryin' to explain how a man can cry 试着去解释一个人可以哭

Yet still be happy, 但仍然很高兴，

Thinking of all the dumb mistakes I've made. 所有我做了愚蠢的错误思维。

Now I understand my father's pain; 现在我明白了我父亲的痛苦;

He did the best with what he knew. 他做的最好的是什么，他知道。

I love you daddy. 我爱你，爸爸。

I watched my son fall asleep 我看着我的儿子入睡

And wonder what he'll think of me 而且不知道他会想起我

When years from now he sees his son 当多年以后，他看到自己的儿子

Reaching out his tiny hands for love. 伸出自己的小手爱。