The dark can seem as if a Wild West town
Where only fathers walk as giants walk the ground

In dreams of little boys made cowboys and men
There danger and adventure both await within

It’s a mystery where boys fear to tread
One foot then the other through the valley of the shadow of dread

Oh, my darling son, my brave and beaming boy
What have you learned from your playing and from all your toys?

Whenever you are worried, with a furrowed brow
Sing this song and it will be like we are talking now

Remember, I know where boys fear to tread
Move one foot then the other through the valley of the shadow of dread

Children run to fathers, women to their men
But whom do men, as fathers, have to run to, then?

I need to talk with someone wiser than me
For the shadow, on this day, remains a fear to me

Left a mystery where men fear to tread
Move one foot then the other through the valley of the shadow of dread