By Scott Grace (aka Scott Kalechstein)
(He:)
Oh, take delight in my upward flight.
Don’t ponder the how or the why.
I’m leaving the nest to discover my best.
Don’t squeeze on my hand as I fly.
Let go and wave child good-bye.
Bye-bye.
Oh, take delight in my awkward flight.
Your love and your fear weigh a ton.
The distance I choose is no verdict on
you.
Don’t battle what needs to be done.
A man needs to grow from a son.
(She:)
I nursed you, and rocked you, and
answered your cries.
I looked out at life through your innocent
eyes.
Now you’re turning away, and it’s so hard
to bear;
I gave you my all. There’s a piece of me in
there.
(He:)
Oh, take delight in my upward flight.
Let’s cut away old worn out strings.
I came through your home to discover my
own.
Please don’t let my spaciousness sting.
Take joy that I’m finding my wings.
Oh, take delight in my awkward flight.
Don’t pull on the reins tightly so.
I’d much rather soar from your heart’s
open door.
Oh, Mother, it’s time to let go.
Oh, Mother, it’s time to let go.
(She:)
Oh, I never knew it would be part of the
plan.
Part of me wanted to always hold your
hand.
It’s sad, but it’s good, and my heart
understands.
Good-bye to a son is hello to a man.
(Both:)
Perhaps we’ll be buddies. Perhaps we’ll be
friends.
Who knows where we’ll land when we
touch down again?
But for now we must trust in our own
separate skies,
(He:)
Trusting our love as we say our good-
byes.
(She:)
Trusting our love as we say our good-
byes.
(Both:)
Trusting in love as we say good-bye.
Good-bye.
© 1993 Scott Kalechstein
This arrangement published 2009 by
Heart Wind Music LLC