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
Then one day all too soon
She’ll grow up & she’ll leave her doll
And her prince & her silly old bear.
When she goes they will cry
As they whisper good-bye
They will miss her I know
but then so will I.
(Solo)
There is nothing that she does not have sweetest memories to cling to when
she’s feeling sad.
When she gets old, she will think about her pretty dolls that she never let go.
Her prince charming and brown furry bear always up there,
round and round, here and there, she’ll live her life like others do.
She grows, she leaves home, she falls in love, she’ll have her share of sufferings like others.
And some day, when she’s down and needs someone to love her, she’ll think of little friends she forgot covered in dust, nobody there to play with them,
still waiting for the girl to show them the little waltz she used to dance so well.
Home is the place she can find peace of mind and comfort.
In the sun, she will dance, nothing to care with her old friends saying again
“Will you join us for this dance one last time, little child?”