When they told me you were turning 60 I pondered
I pondered all those lost years without you
Perhaps a good chance of us being close mates, lost
Lost forever
Being both, lost sons of a lost mother

When they told me you were turning 60 I pondered
I pondered all those lost years with you
Perhaps a good chance of us being close mates, found
Mates forever
Being both, loved sons of a special mother

When they told me you were turning 60 I pondered
I pondered what if we were not related at all
Perhaps a good chance of us being friends, always
Friends forever
Being both, loved sons of an unknown mother

When they told me you were turning 60 I pondered
I pondered what if we were both never to meet
Perhaps a good chance of us being capable of dreams,
Dreamers forever
Being both, loved brothers and sons to an angel unknown