i still remember that day, when sameer’s dad got this really absurd cd from one of his trips. both of us were like, ummm “ab yeh kya hai” (what the hell is this?).
none of the songs were familiar.
when we first put it on, both of us just wanted to skip to this song.
and then, the moment i heard it, i knew, this is the song i would have in my heart everytime i would think about the kid I’d want to have.
infact, likewise, there’s this movie that is very close to my heart, “father of the bride”. something that again, paints a picture of me with my daughter (yeah rits, i know you’ve got “simran” written all over your face right now lol!)
anyways, here’s the song
butterfly kisses – b.carlise / r.thomas – listen to this song here
(you need real player for this)
there’s two things i know for sure
she was sent here from heaven and she’s
daddy’s little girl.
as i drop to my knees by her bed at night
she talks to jesus and i close my eyes and
i thank god for all the joy in my life
oh, but most of all
for butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
“walk beside the pony, daddy, it’s my first ride.”
“i know the cake looks funny, daddy, but i sure tried.”
in all that i’ve done wrong i know i must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.
sweet 16 today
she’s looking like her mama a little more everyday
one part woman, the other part girl.
to perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
trying her wings out in a great big world.
but i remember
butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
“you know how much i love you, daddy,
but if you don’t mind
i’m only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.”
with all that i’ve done wrong
i must have done something right
to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night
all the precious time
like the wind, the years go by.
precious butterfly.
spread your wings and fly.
she’ll change her name today.
she’ll make a promise and i’ll give her away.
standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
she asked me what i’m thinking and i said
“i’m not sure i just feel like i’m losing my baby girl.”
she leaned over
gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
“walk my down the aisle, daddy it’s just about time.”
“does my wedding gown look pretty, daddy? daddy, don’t cry!”
oh, with all that i’ve done wrong
i must have done something right
to deserve your love every morning
and butterfly kisses
i couldn’t ask god for more, man this is what love is
i know i gotta let her go, but i’ll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.
The moment i read the word daughter, i actually had “Simran” in mind. How well you know me eh? Meri beti wonderful Simran :p