The sun is gone down
The night breeze is blowin'
A white satin' gown
And her eyes are showin'
The last little girl
For one fleeting moment
The band singer calls
"Daddy's last waltz"
And their eyes go searchin'
To find one another
The tall cowboy whirlin'
Her beautiful mother
And all of the dancers
The friends and the lovers
Turn to see all
Of Daddy's last waltz
And twenty-five years
Of good times and hard
In three-quarter time
To fiddle and guitar
And all of the dancers
The friends and the lovers
Stand in awe
of Daddy's last waltz
And this song is over
Before it begins
She'll turn to another
Never again
To be one little girl
One rancher's daughter
He often recalls
Daddy's last waltz
Brenn Hill - Daddys Last Waltz Lyrics
Brenn Hill - Daddys Last Waltz Lyrics
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The sun is gone down
The night breeze is blowin'
A white satin' gown
And her eyes are showin'
The last little girl
For one fleeting moment
The band singer calls
"Daddy's last waltz"
And their eyes go searchin'
To find one another
The tall cowboy whirlin'
Her beautiful mother
And all of the dancers
The friends and the lovers
Turn to see all
Of Daddy's last waltz
And twenty-five years
Of good times and hard
In three-quarter time
To fiddle and guitar
And all of the dancers
The friends and the lovers
Stand in awe
of Daddy's last waltz
And this song is over
Before it begins
She'll turn to another
Never again
To be one little girl
One rancher's daughter
He often recalls
Daddy's last waltz
The night breeze is blowin'
A white satin' gown
And her eyes are showin'
The last little girl
For one fleeting moment
The band singer calls
"Daddy's last waltz"
And their eyes go searchin'
To find one another
The tall cowboy whirlin'
Her beautiful mother
And all of the dancers
The friends and the lovers
Turn to see all
Of Daddy's last waltz
And twenty-five years
Of good times and hard
In three-quarter time
To fiddle and guitar
And all of the dancers
The friends and the lovers
Stand in awe
of Daddy's last waltz
And this song is over
Before it begins
She'll turn to another
Never again
To be one little girl
One rancher's daughter
He often recalls
Daddy's last waltz