Diesel Fitters and Wifflebugs

From a kiss goodnight
For your knucklehead,
To a fairytale story
for wifflebugs in bed,

Suns rise and suns fall,
Moons wax and wane,
Seasons come and seasons pass,
But we remain the same,

From flannel sleeves,
Rolled high and smart,
And calloused fingers,
To tender heart,

I have your hands,
Your curly hair,
You are my father,
I carry your dreams,

Singing songs to my soul,
In thoughts and dreams,
Dad deisel-fitter jokes,
Long talks and long sunsets,

I live this life,
You gave to me,
The laughs and hugs,
The smiles and love,

I have your spirit,
With your eyes I watch,
I know what is sought,
Is in my heart,

I have your hands,
Your curly hair,
You are my father,
I carry your dreams,

My hair is still curly,
My eyes are still blue,
And you’ll always love me,
Like you used to do,

From a kiss goodnight
For your knucklehead,
To a fairytale story
For wifflebugs in bed,

Suns rise and suns fall,
Moons wax and wane,
Seasons come and seasons pass,
But we remain the same,

I am your daughter,
Your knucklehead,
Fetching beers from fridge,
To bring to doting dad,

I have your hands,
Your curly hair,
You are my father,
I carry your dreams.