Good Life
Your Daddy is coming home
As the cold winter snow covers your grave
And your name on that gray marble stone
I'd give anything to hear these words again
Your Daddy is coming home
As a child I would run to meet you
You'd scoop me up in your arms so strong
Each night when my Mom would tell me
Your Daddy is coming home
As a teen my Mom would tell me
Girl it's time to hang up that phone
Go get washed up for supper
Your Daddy is coming home
The night the ambulance took you away
I never felt so helpless and alone
My Mom said ,Girl don't worry
Your Daddy is coming home
As I stood there in tears at your funeral
This thought ,chilled me to the bone
I knew I'd never hear again
Your Daddy is coming home
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