She twiddles her hand in her skirt
She spins around, flutters her hair
It's beautiful Abigail.
She crawls up to flowers and trees
Her eyes wide as open can be
It's curious Abigail
Happy are, the light hearts who see
Gray normal, full of stars.
She sniffs around cute as a pig
Gets muddy wherever she sits
Typical Abigail
When kids come and ask her to play
It takes time for shyness to fade
But when rosebud opens she's full of love
Abigail, daffodil, running over, through the field
Her little gifts, she wouldn't hide them
She helps carry all of the groceries
Puts milk on the shelf where it's supposed to be
She's hard working Abigail
She sings with a voice like an angel
The creatures are quiet around her
They listen to lovely Abigail
Abigail, daffodil, running over, through the field
Her little gifts, she wouldn't hide them
Abigail, Abigail,
I saw her the other day all grown up, her hair still fluttering
The magic never left her view
Happy are, the light hearts who see
Gray normal, full of stars.
This peace that she brings from inside
Makes everyone wish they could ride with her
And learn to know things just the way she would too
She strives for the gold in the stars
And warmth like the sun in her heart
She tries all she can to behold the truth
Abigail, daffodil, still runs over, through the field
Her little gifts, she wouldn't hide them
Abi, Abigail, daffodil, running over, through the field
Her little gifts, she wouldn't hide them, Abigail, that daffodil.