Daughters - Greg Brown

One is long and one is short

One is thin and one is stout

In the morning when they wake

Only one’s breakfast can I make

One dances and knows

How many squares hopscotch ought to have

One goes wah, wah, wah, wah, wah

Wah, wah, wah, wah, ha ha, wah wah

One won’t eat anything much

I guess she lives on air and sun and noodles

One’s beginnin' to learn that the milk is over there

Inside of that shirt beneath the blue eyes of the woman I love

I’m a man who’s rich in daughters

And if by some wild chance I get rich in money

Like say another two thou a year or even one thou a year

I’m gonna look in to havin' some more daughters

When my daughter who is tall now was not so tall

One night we were drivin' home in the truck and I was sad

Because I was busted and disgusted

And she looked out the window and said, «Dad, the moon is comin' home

With us.»

She said, «Dad, the moon is comin' home with us.»

And in the morning they magic the house

The one that can walk, walks in warm and still dreamin' to give

Me a hug or ask why it’s so cold or why is there school

«Why's it so cold?»

or «Why is there school?»

And the one who can’t walk or talk yet just lies in bed and laughs

She just lies in bed and laughs