Lyric

Two more nights to go

I remember the little me, a young girl back then

Waiting for the amusement park

On drawing paper

A father I’d never met

“He’s really cool,” I whispered to myself

What kind of father will come this time?

Will he ride the merry-go-round with me?

I couldn’t wait for Sunday

But on Saturday night

I caught a bad cold

My fever rose to forty

Mom said

“We can’t go tomorrow.”

I cried myself to sleep

And the little me

Slipped into a dream

The father from the drawing appeared

We were riding the merry-go-round

Round and round

The scenery melted

Colors blended together

And before I knew it

I was wearing a white dress

When I woke up

I heard water dripping

I turned around

A bear-like man

Was wringing a towel

He smiled and said

“It’s okay

Your fever’s gone.”

From that day on

Thank you for raising me

He’s not as strong as you

But I chose him

I wanted to show you

My wedding dress

The gentle father in my memories

Is always smiling

From that day on

You raised me

And protected me

And even now

You’re still watching over me