closing chapter he is not heavy He is my grandson

When I was growing up My dad co-owned a bar and there was a jukebox in it. the following lyric that I modified slightly was from a group named the Hollies their song use to be one of the favorites played all the time. The road is long With many a winding turn That leads us to who knows where, who knows where But I'm strong Strong enough to carry him He ain't heavy, he's my grandson … So on we go His welfare is my concern No burden is he to bear We'll get there … For I know He would not encumber me He ain't heavy, he's my Grandson … If I'm laden at all I'm laden with sadness That everyone's heart Isn't filled with the gladness Of love for one another … It's a long, long road From which there is no return While we're on the way to there Why not share? … And the load Doesn't weigh me down at all He ain't heavy, he's my grandson … He's my grandson He ain't heavy, he's my grandson en español Cuando era ni...