Waltz For Debby

In her own sweet world

Populated by dolls and clowns

And a prince and a big purple bear

Lives my favourite girl

Unaware of the worried frowns

That we weary grownups 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 her silly old bear

When she goes they'll cry

As they whisper goodbye

They will miss her, I fear, but then so will I

One day, all too soon

She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls

And her prince and her silly old bear

When she goes they will cry

As they whisper goodbye

They will miss her, I fear, but then so will I

When she goes they will cry

As they whisper goodbye

They will miss her I know, but then so will I