Daddy's Girl at the Dance
Daddy's Girl The music plays, the streets alive, With swing and jazz that makes us thrive. And there she is, dancing so free, My little girl, now a woman to be. I sit here watching, on this old bench, The tunes of Lindy filling the air, And in the crowd, a familiar glance, It’s her, my daughter, spinning with flair. She’s so grown, yet still my baby, In her dance, a world so hazy. Tears come, they blur my sight, For that little girl, I held so tight. I remember the day she first tried to dance, Her tiny feet in a clumsy trance. Her laughter bright, her joy so clear, Now she's a woman, without any fear. The rhythm flows, she twirls with grace, But in my heart, I still see her face— The mischievous smile, the playful stare, The little kisses she used to share. But now I watch from a distance far, A proud father, no matter where you are. Tears of joy, tears of pride, For the woman who was once my guide. She will always be my little girl, Forever in my heart, she’ll whirl. No matter how far she may fly, She’ll always be my baby, oh my. As she dances, I’ll stand and cry, Tears of love, I can’t deny. My daddy’s girl, forever she’ll be, In my heart, you’re always with me.
