In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
And a prince and a big purple bear.
Lives my favorite girl
Unaware of the worried frowns
That we weary grown-ups all wear.
In the sun she dances
To silent music
Songs that are spun of gold
Somewhere in her own little head
One day all too soon
She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls
And her prince and that silly old bear.
When she goes they will cry
As they whisper good-bye
They will miss her I know
But then so will I.