Waltz for Debby

In her own sweet world

Populated by dolls and clowns

And a prince and a big purple bear

Lives my favorite girl

Unaware of the worried frowns

That we weary grown ups 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 will cry

As she whispers Good-bye

They will miss her I fear

But then so will I