Jonathan I saw you soften on the day that your mother died
A callus and shell fell right off you
We sang carols. It was Christmas time
and I, I
I held your hand in my hand, we lit candles and silently said goodnight.

I could not be half the man that you are
for one thing I don’t have the parts
But I have your tendencies, I have your calluses
I am a piece of your heart
and far, far
Far as I wander I’m still your daughter, we’re under the same bright star

Daddy I don’t see you often enough because we’re both working so hard
You said that I have gone further than you, but it doesn’t feel that far
Some, some
Someday we’ll both sing on top of a mountain and then we will call it our start
Someday we’ll both sing on top of a mountain and then we will call it our start