waltz for Debby

Bill Evans

 

 

 

In the sun she dances

To silent music-songs

That are spun of gold

Somewhere in her own little head

Then one day all too soon

She'll grow up & she'll leave her doll

And her prince & her silly old bear

When she goes they will cry

As they whisper good-bye

They will miss her I know

But then so will I

Done