Daughter, Daughter

Daughter, daughter
You oughta be nice
And be humble be gentle
Be kind

Though that’s what
My mother said to me
All I am is exactly what you see
All I am is exactly what you see
And I grew cold
(Cold)
From the things I’ve seen

But I hold faith
That hope is all there is
So when you’re sore
And tired from your day

You’ll find reason
In the smallest things
You’ll find reason
In the smallest things

The pain of growing old
Will always haunt your soul
While it takes its toll
Don’t be afraid
Don’t give it up
No

The pain of growing old
Will always take its toll but
When you forget home
Cry out
Daughter, daughter, daughter, daughter
Cry out
Daughter, daughter, daughter, daughter

Daughter, daughter
You oughta be nice
Daughter, daughter
You oughta be my
Daughter, daughter