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