Song Description

A father reflecting on his daughter growing up.

Lyrics

A Song for Alison
by John O'Connell
3.28min

You can bring Sandy home for the weekend love
But that doesn't mean to say, he can stay for good
And I know you'd love to keep him, and I'd say you could
But I'd only be pretending now your tears they flood

Jasmine dress lay on your bed
Bobby's doll beside your head
Thunder in the clouds above
Jesus bless this little dove

I can see in your eyes when you sing 'Nowhere Man'
That your heart is in a place where only God could dwell
And do you think you're Paul McCartney when you sing 'Michelle'
Or are you being who you are then baby I can't tell

Spider crawled beneath your bed
Beatle mania in your head
Deep within a sleep you dream
You're aboard the Yellow Submarine

Down a wishing well, Tinkerbelle will cast her spell
Meanwhile your two front teeth lay underneath your head till then
Hilarity, buffoonaty, a harlequin
Princess on a carousel of happiness

Polly Pocket in your hand
Peter Pan in Never land
Sam beside you all night long
And your mothers love will keep you strong

There's a time for sorrow, and there's a time for joy
Bitter pain, regret, but you remember this
Blessed are the pure in heart for they will see
One day crest fallen hearts will flood out tears of joy

But they always have to sacrifice
Freedom comes but with a price
The world an ever choking vice
Will feed your heart its own device

So you can bring Sandy home for the weekend love
But that doesn't mean to say he can stay for good
So I promise I will bring you home a fantail dove
And when he's feeding from your hand I'll call you peace and love

The rain across your window teams
Pocahontas in your dreams
Thunder in the clouds above
Jesus bless this little dove
Tonight