If I ever get to Saginaw again
It won’t be in spring with meadows turnin’ green
It won’t be to tangle with the law again
And it won’t be with someone only seventeen
Who gave her love and made me hers
And when you find the one you’re dreaming of
Who thinks to ask, “How old is love?” not “When?”
You may never get to Saginaw again
If I ever get to Saginaw again
I will get to see the son who bears my name
And perhaps I’ll quietly withdraw again
When I see the little man that he became
And how I yearn to watch him grow
A father’s love is maybe all it takes
To not repeat those sad mistakes of men
If I ever get to Saginaw again