Some days I watch you walking down the street

and I must pause a moment as you pass

to still my heart and stay rebellious feet

from following, but I must not alas.

Your golden hair, I know it, every strand;

those laughing eyes of blue that shine with mirth.

The music of your voice has me unmanned,

believing you an angel come to earth.

And yet I know it’s right that you should choose

your path. And whether it’s a smooth or bumpy ride,

I will be here to soothe away the blues,

No matter what, I’m always on your side.

It’s really hard, but deep within I know;

to love a daughter you must let her go.