I watched you smile from behind the stage You couldn't fake the pride upon your face You played the violin while your daughter sang a hymn And the audience cried out for more again She was a babe when you taught her to dance And when you put a guitar into her hands Now she's full-grown, getting ready to leave home And I heard our children aren't our own And that, in life's great yearning for itself It brings forth children in good health And we may guide but never own She's the arrow, you're the bow And the archer is unknown I watched you smile from behind the stage I smiled as well but there was pain upon my face For I felt the pride with you, but also this is true I thought: "Here is a joy I'll never know" "Here is a joy I'll never know" "Here is a joy I'll never know"