© by POPPYK 1998
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GIVEN
by: POPPYK
Today she's getting married,
My young daughter is a bride.
There are no words, that can express,
The way I feel inside.
She's now a woman, old enough,
To go out on her own.
I still can't get it in my mind,
My little girl is grown.
This day approached, so quickly,
And, in just a little while.
I'll have to take my daughter's arm,
To march her down the isle.
I'll stand there .. beside her,
When I hear the preacher say,
"Is there one among you,
Who will give this girl away".
I will repeat, the simple phrase,
I was instructed to.
Then I will smile, and loudly say,
"Her mother and I do".
It's not that I'm not happy,
For the life, she now will start.
I know she found a great young man,
Who's given her his heart.
I guess it's just a "Father thing",
As, I choke back the tears.
I was the only man, who shared,
Her life through all these years.
Most Father's will not tell you,
This day brings a little grieving.
In their heart, they know,
A little part of them is leaving.
They are happy, they are sad,
Emotions, running wild.
Why ... is it. ..the Father's job,
To give away a child?
A Father knows, his life will change,
After all of this.
But only wants his daughter,
To find total happiness.
So, as I stand, and say the words,
I'm giving her away.
To a very special young man,
On this special day.
Know this ... my sweet daughter,
That way down deep in my heart.
You'll always be my little girl,
And we will never part.