WALTZ FOR DEBBY
JOHNNY HARTMAN
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!
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!
