Wonderful Boy

My dad never figured out what this one is about, but he liked and connected to it regardless, filling in his own interpretations of self-reflection about it.

And while this is not a self-reflecting song, it is just as meaningful should you view it as such.

Somebody needs to write about men like the good ones might write about women - with sweetness, softness, and love.

You’ve got that wildflower beauty, boy

Sprouting on the dry wildgrass

Like a fairy, I can’t tell what you are, boy

Do I ever need to know? 

No

I don’t mind and I know it is true

I’ll just keep on trying for you

Wonderful, wonderful boy

You’ve got that waterfall beauty, boy

Cascading down your shoulders

In blue, so I’ll keep being blue, boy

‘Till I can have you closer

I don’t mind and I know it is true

I’ll just keep on trying for you

Wonderful, wonderful boy

Wonderful, wonderful boy

And I’m finally free to be myself

Steal my youth spending my time well

Or make me a fool on the highest shelf

When I’m free, I’ll be here

I don’t mind and I know it is true

I’ll just keep on trying for you

Wonderful, wonderful boy

You’re such a wonderful, wonderful boy

Oh you have made me cry

But it’s always been of joy

‘Cause you’re a wonderful, wonderful boy