I'm thinking that you're growing, lad - where are you now, my son?
I'm thinking that you're growing, lad - where are you now, my son?
I'm thinking that you're growing, lad, it's years since I saw your dad
Where are you now, where are you now? Where are you now, my son?

They said it was the best for you - where are you now, my son?
They said it was the best for you - where are you now, my son?
They said it was the best for you, and the only thing that I could do
Where are you now, where are you now? Where are you now, my son?

They said you'd need a family - where are you now, my son?
They said you'd need a family - where are you now, my son?
They said you'd need a family, and that you shouldnae stay wi' me
Where are you now, where are you now? Where are you now, my son?

I only wanted you to know - where are you now, my son?
I only wanted you to know - where are you now, my son?
I only wanted you to know just how much I love you so
I didn't want to let you go - where are you now, my son?

[1990:] This moving evocation of the feelings of a mother who has given her child up for adoption was written, with great empathy and sensitivity, by John McCreadie [...]. For Bernadette. (Notes Sheena Wellington, 'Clearsong')

The words on their own do not amount to much, perhaps, but combined with the melancholy tune the song grows on you. Sorry I still haven't learned to post tunes. - Susanne