You tuck me in, turn out the light, kept me safe and sound at night. Little girls depend on things like that.
Brush my teeth and comp my hair, had to drive me everywhere, you were always there when I looked back.
You had to do it all alone, make a living, make a home. Must have been as hard as it could be. And when I couldn’t sleep at night, scare things wouldn’t turn out right, you would hold my hand and sing to me.
