Oh just a tiny little girl
What was she, two or three.
Long blonde hair, dimpled cheeks
Blue eyes just like me.
Tears and giggles, wounded dollies
Grazes on her knee
Blowing bubbles, painting pictures
Mum, what will I be.
Years fly by time can`t lie
Almost a woman grown.
Angel face, shapely hips
Always on the phone.
Little girl, not any more
Into the past she`s flown.
I can`t complain
She`s just the same
My Own.
