Delaney talks to statues
  As she dances 'round the pool
  She chases cats through roman ruins
  And stomps on big toadstools
  She speaks a language all her own
  That I cannot discover
  But she knows I love her so
  When I tuck her 'neath the covers
  
  Father, daughter
  Down by the water
  Shells sink, dreams float
  Life's good on our boat
  
  Delaney draws me pictures
  She finger paints the sand
  We chase the dogs and hop like frogs
  Then I do my bad handstand
  She's growing up too fast for me
  And asking lots of questions
  Some I know the answers to
  And some I'm looking for suggestions
  
  Father, daughter
  Born by the water
  Surf's up, sun's down
  Life in a beach town
  
  And some of the things I've seen
  Maybe she won't have to see
  But there's a lot I want to pass along
  That was handed down to me
  
  Delaney talks to statues
  As she dances 'round the pool
  She chases cats through Roman ruins
  And stomps on big toadstools
  She speaks a language all her own
  Just a little like her mother
  And she knows I love her so
  When I tuck her 'neath the covers
  
  Father, daughter
  Down by the water
  Shells sink, dreams float
  Life's good on our boat