Delaney talks to statues
As she dances round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstoolsShe speaks a language of her own
That I cannot discover
But she knows, I love her so
When I tuck her neath the coversFather, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Lifes good on our boatDelaney draws me pictures
She finger paints the sand
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs
Then I do my bad handstandShes growin up too fast for me
And askin lots of questions
Some I know the answers to
And some Im lookin for suggestionsFather, daughter
Born by the water
Surfs up, suns down
Life in a beach townAnd some of the things Ive seen
Maybe she wont have to see
But theres a lot I want to pass along
That was handed down to meDelaney talks to statues
As she dances round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstoolsShe speaks a language of her own
Just a little like her mother
And she knows, I love her so
When I tuck her neath the coversFather, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Lifes good on our boat
Shells sink, dreams float
Lifes good on our boat