Today she's getting married,
My young Daughter is a bride.
There are no words that can express,
The way I feel inside.
She's now a woman, old enough,
To go out on her own.
I still can't get it in my mind,
My little girl is grown.
This day approached so quickly,
And, in just a little while.
I'll have to take my Daughter's arm,
To march her down the aisle.
I'll stand there beside her,
When I hear the Preacher say,
"Is there one among you,
Who will give this girl away?"
I will repeat the simple phrase,
I was instructed to.
Then I will smile, and loudly say,
"Her Mother and I do."
It's not that I'm not happy,
For the life she now will start.
I know she found a great young man,
Who's given her his heart.
I guess it's just a "Father thing,"
As I choke back the tears.
I was the only man who shared,
Her life through all these years.
Most Fathers will not tell you,
This day brings a little grieving.
In their heart, they know,
A little part of them is leaving.
They are happy, they are sad,
Emotions, running wild.
Why... is it ... the Father's job,
To give away a child?
A Father knows, his life will change,
After all of this.
But, only wants his Daughter,
To find total happiness.
So, as I stand, and say the words,
I'm giving her away.
To a very special young man,
On this special day.
Know this.....my sweet Daughter,
That way down deep in my heart.
You'll always be my little girl,
And we will never part.