Daughters

I really wanted to get the song Daughters by Greg Brown on the blog but I have no idea how. Anyway, when we lived in Sonoma a co-worker gave the teaching staff a CD of music he enjoyed listening to as a thank you for donating money toward the purchase of a new guitar that was stolen at the school. Omar and I enjoyed this CD and Omar particulary liked the song Daughters by Greg Brown and sensed he would be the Dad in the song one day. We had no kids then. Here are the lyrics. Read it or watch this video version of it danced at a wedding by a dad and daugther, it will reveal something.



Daughters by Greg Brown

One is long and one is short,
One is thin and one is stout.
In the morning when they wake,
Only one's breakfast can I make.

One dances and knows
how many squares hopscotch ought to have.
One goes wah, wah, wah, wah, wah,
wah, wah, wah, wah, ha ha, wah wah.

One won't eat anything much,
I guess she lives on air and sun and noodles.
One's beginnin' to learn that the milk is over there
inside of that shirt beneath the blue eyes of the woman I love.

refrain:
I'm a man who's rich in daughters,
And if by some wild chance I get rich in money,
Like say another two thou a year or even one thou a year,
I'm gonna look in to havin' some more daughters.

When my daughter who is tall now was not so tall,
One night we were drivin' home in the truck and I was sad
because I was busted and disgusted,
And she looked out the window and said, "Dad, the moon is comin' home
with us."
She said, "Dad, the moon is comin' home with us."

refrain

And in the morning they magic the house,
The one that can walk, walks in warm and still dreamin' to give
me a hug or ask why it's so cold or why is there school,
"Why's it so cold?" or "Why is there school?"
And the one who can't walk or talk yet just lies in bed and laughs,
She just lies in bed and laughs.