I may be getting up there but I still love my Daddy, I will always be his little girl, even when I am an old woman. He is and always will be my hero. When I was a child I was sure that my Dad was Superman. I looked high and low for that costume with the big S on the front of it. I would not give up. One day when a neighbor girl came over I told her my father's real identity. She did not believe me. So I went to the garage and I found a piece of steel. I took it to my Daddy and begged him to bend it. He did just that. Amazed, my little friend stared in disbelief at the bent pipe, I just looked at her and said "Told you so".
I remember Daddy's hands Folded silently in prayer And reaching out to hold me When I had a nightmare You could read quite a story In the callouses and lines Years of work and worry Had left their mark behind
I remember Daddy's hands How they held my Mama tight And patted my back For something done right There are things I've forgotten That I loved about the man But I'll always remember The love in Daddy's hands
Daddys's hands Were soft and kind when I was cryin' Daddy's hands Were hard as steel when I'd done wrong Daddy's hands Weren't always gentle but I'd come to understand There was always love in Daddy's hands