When you're going home

to your daughter today

would you tell her for me,

in my heart she have stayed

 

would you tell her for me,

please if you will

that I write her songs,

and love her still

 

Tell her that I see her

in my dreams every week

and when I shut my eyes

I still hear her speak

 

Please make sure that she's happy

that she smiles in her sleep

and tell her for me,

life's to lovely to weep

 

That she's as close to a virtue that I've ever been

and that I still can sense the scent of her skin

 

that she and her eyes,

consistently are

my one only wish

in every falling star

 

Would you tell her for me

please if you will

That I write her songs

and love her still