My girl was born, with black hair;
and as I cuddled her in my chair;
She looked at me with eyes, that could not see;
as if to say hello Dad, it’s me.

Thirteen years later, I’ve seen her grow;

and there’s one thing, I’ve come to know;

That when my life begins to curl;

I’ll always remember, my little girl.

When my girl smiles, there can be;

no other greater thrill for me;

To see her happy, is in my plan;

My little girl, she’s called Leanne.