Delaney talks to statues As she dances 'round the pool She chases cats through roman ruins And stomps on big toadstools She speaks a language all her own That I cannot discover But she knows I love her so When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Father, daughter Down by the water Shells sink, dreams float Life's good on our boat
Delaney draws me pictures She finger paints the sand We chase the dogs and hop like frogs Then I do my bad handstand She's growing up too fast for me And asking lots of questions Some I know the answers to And some I'm looking for suggestions
Father, daughter Born by the water Surf's up, sun's down Life in a beach town
And some of the things I've seen Maybe she won't have to see But there's a lot I want to pass along That was handed down to me
Delaney talks to statues As she dances 'round the pool She chases cats through Roman ruins And stomps on big toadstools She speaks a language all her own Just a little like her mother And she knows I love her so When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Father, daughter Down by the water Shells sink, dreams float Life's good on our boatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
