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 boat