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
Someday 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
but then so will I
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
Someday 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
but then so will
They will miss her
but then so will I
They will miss her
but then so will
They will miss her
but then so will I