Lyrics Daughters - Greg Brown

Daughters

One is long and one is short
One is thin and one is stout
In the morning when they wake
Only one’s breakfast can I make
One dances and knows
How many squares hopscotch ought to have
One goes wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah, ha ha, wah wah
One won’t eat anything much
I guess she lives on air and sun and noodles
One’s beginnin' to learn that the milk is over there
Inside of that shirt beneath the blue eyes of the woman I love
I’m a man who’s rich in daughters
And if by some wild chance I get rich in money
Like say another two thou a year or even one thou a year
I’m gonna look in to havin' some more daughters
When my daughter who is tall now was not so tall
One night we were drivin' home in the truck and I was sad
Because I was busted and disgusted
And she looked out the window and said, «Dad, the moon is comin' home
With us.»
She said, «Dad, the moon is comin' home with us.»
And in the morning they magic the house
The one that can walk, walks in warm and still dreamin' to give
Me a hug or ask why it’s so cold or why is there school
«Why's it so cold?»
or «Why is there school?»
And the one who can’t walk or talk yet just lies in bed and laughs
She just lies in bed and laughs