Lyrics Little Curly Hair in a High Chair - Helen O'Connell

Little curly hair in a high chair,
What's your order for today?
Little curly hair in a high chair,
I'll do anything you say.

When you're near the room seems to brighten
The sun comes streaming through you're eyes,
You're the reason they still keep writin',
All those tender lullabies.

Hmm, there you go!
Bangin' with your blocks,
Pullin' off your socks.
Hmm, there you go!

Tryin' to make your toes,
Touch your baby nose.
Heaven's close to your chair and my chair,
When you smile the way you do.

Little curly hair in a high chair,
My day begins and ends with you.