Where, O, where did my baby girl go?
O, where, O, where can she be?
I've searched up and down and all through the house,
but it's only her pictures I see.
There is a girl here who answers her name,
but she's way too big to be she.
Although her blond hair and sparkling blue
eyes make me think that it really may be
That once where my baby with dimpled arms sat
and a smiling, laughing cute face
sits a darling big girl with a laugh in her voice
and that smile in the very same place.
But Mama's not ready to let her grow up,
and Time won't let us stay here.
So I'll remember each moment she gives to me now,
holding each to my heart, very dear.
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