Hold Me Through Heaven

Daddy, why are you packed to leave?

The sun is setting past the trees (humm)

He smiles and pulls the blanket high

My little girl,

don't you cry

There's a garden where the roses grow

And that

is where I have to go

But who will teach me how to ride my bike?

And who

will read to me at night?

I'll be the wind that holds you up

I'll be the water in your cup

Just look up to the brightest star

And know I'm never very far

She holds his hand,

so warm and small

While long shadows climb the wall (ahhh)

I'm never very far...

My little girl...