Mother And Son

She dreams of pencil gowns
An orchard in the spring
A house in its own grounds
The joys that love should bring
Three miles to school each day
A teacher to her trade
Rules to be obeyed
His world a melody
On every street in town
No game, no boyish chant
Can match his secret sound
Each time that she draws near
He reaches for her glance
Partners in the family dance
Mother and son
Mother and son
Who can foretell
The mystery to come?
Maybe a two-stp on a star
Or a long road in shadow
Caught in a web by destiny spun
Nowher to run
From mother and son