There is this girl, now a woman, a mother, a grandmother, who entered our lives some years ago on this day. This girl stole my heart back then and continues to do so now—and she calls me “Dad.”
It was sometime ago now, but it seems like only yesterday that our daughter Rachel was born. She was born on this day—October 4th. The years go by, the seasons come and go, but a daughter through it all remains “Daddy’s Little Girl.”
The Mills Brothers sang the song, “Daddy’s Little Girl” back in the 1950’s, Frank Fontaine recorded it in 1963, and Al Martino in 1967. In 2002, the popular crooner Michael Buble included the song in his album, “Dream.” The lyrics and music were written by Robert Harrison Burke and Horace Gerlach in 1949, long before this Daddy’s dream ever came true—before his little girl Rachel was born.
The lyrics at first appear to be rather silly. After all, Rachel isn’t a little girl anymore! Or is she? I’ve tried over the years and in various ways to express my love and adoration for my little girl, but all that I have said and written does not come close to the depth of the silly lyrics in “Daddy’s Little Girl.” The words and music seem to express the mystery, the wonder, and the awe of a father for his daughter better than any of my own creation.
So it is, on this special day, I sing quietly and to myself in this early morning hour, the silly words that say more than any words I can think of about “Daddy’s Little Girl.”
You’re the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You’re daddy’s little girl to have and to hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You’re mommy’s bright and shining star.
You’re the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree,
You’re the Easter bunny to mommy and me.
You’re sugar, you’re spice, you’re everything nice,
And you’re daddy’s little girl….
You’re the treasure I cherish, so sparkling and bright,
You were touched by the holy and beautiful light.
Like angels that sing a heavenly thing,
And you’re daddy’s little girl.
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