Danny

Dirty little face and two big laughing eyes
Nothing could replace that look of half-surprised
When I come back home: Hey, what'd you bring to me
That's him, that's Danny!

Smart as he can be, always on the run
Though he's only three, you'd swear he's twenty-one
When you're feeling down just look around and he'll be there
That's Danny!

Sometimes he'll make you mad and tear the house apart
But if you see him sad, he will break your heart
And so one lucky day with skies of gray over you
He'll make them blue

Acting like a star he's dancing all around
Strumming his guitar though it's upside-down
Shielding at a bear he'll make you think it's really there
That's Danny!

And though it's kinda hard for me to understand
Oneday I will wake and he will be a man
Still somehow, I guess, he'll always be the same to me
He'll always be

Just my little boy sitting on my knee, playing with a toy
Smiling up he'd be
Nothing I could gain, no well accompanied to take the place
Of the smiling face of Danny