Grandpa’s Little Girl

C A Roth  6-12-09

Well that sure is a pretty flower
but not half as pretty as your smile
Wonder why they call em weeds
We can blow the little seeds

Watch em on the wind a while

What’s that! Looks like you found a feather
I bet it’s from a baby bird
Here’s a little song we sing together
it’s the sweetest one these ears have ever heard

Grandpa’s little girl Grandpa’s little girl
with her hand around my finger
showing me the wonders of her world

I bet you’ve never seen a spider
there’s a daddy long legs in the tree
walking on his web, jumping on his bed
like he’s got a little trampoline
we can watch the ants in the sandbox

I can push you on the swing
made from a rope and tire
you say let’s go higher
that’s when you start giggling

Grandpa’s little girl Grandpa’s little girl
with her hand around my finger
wrapping me around her little finger
showing me the wonders of her world

well he sure is a lucky man
you still have that pretty smile
the church is full of flowers
and I recall those hours
as I watch you walk down the aisle

you were Grandpa’s little girl Grandpa’s little girl
with your hand around my finger
wrapping me around your little finger
he’ll put a golden band around your finger
and you’ll wander off into his world

C A Roth