I want to be close to you,
My king, my child, my joy,
I want to be close to you,
Dariel, I miss you, my boy.
Oh, how beautiful,
Like the feet of a child,
You never know where they go,
Standing, walking, running for miles.
A believer in fresh, creased jeans,
Precious smile and golden skin.
On the ‘phone to check on me,
Blessed to have a son like you.
I want to be close to you,
My king, my child, my joy,
I want to be close to you,
Dariel, I miss you, my boy.
Oh, how beautiful,
Like the feet of a child,
You never know where they go,
Standing, walking, running for miles.
I miss your gentle heart, your generosity,
I thought you might come back to me,
‘Til I heard a voice, it said to me,
He was mine before he was yours.
I want to be close to you,
My king, my child, my joy,
I want to be close to you,
Dariel, I miss you, my boy.
Oh, how beautiful,
Like the feet of a child,
You never know where they go,
Dariel, my boy.
Dariel, I miss you, my boy.