Dear daughter,
I tiptoed in your room tonight and I looked down at you smilin' in your
sleep. You were so lovely my heart nearly broke; and I thought how much
like Sleeping Beauty a little girl is. When I tuck you in at night I never
know how old you'll be when you wake. One evening you crawl on your Dad's
lap and throw your arms around his neck, the next morning you might be
much too grown up for that sort of thing.
You're so quickly approaching the awkward age, too young to drive the car
and yet too old to be carried in the house half asleep on daddy's
shoulder. I have a secret that I've never told you, Sleeping Beauty, your
going on a very exciting trip. you'll travel from yesterday all the way to
tomorrow. It's a rapid journey and you'll travel light, leaving behind
you- measles, mumps, freckles, bumps bubble gum and me.
I promise not to feel too hurt when you discover that the world is more
important than your daddy's lap. Yesterday you were blue jeans and pig
tails, the neighborhood's best tree climber. Tomorrow you'll be organdy
and pony tails and you'll view the world from a loftier perch- a pair of
high heel shoes.
Yesterday you could mend a doll's broken leg with a hug; tomorrow you'll
be able to break a young man's heart with a kiss. Humh! Humh! Yesterday
you could get lost one aisle away from me at a supermarket- now I have to
worry about losing you down another aisle to some strange young man. You
see, just at the point where you're growing pains stop, mine begins.
Yesterday you were kind of a pain in the neck when you were around,
tomorrow you'll be an ache in my heart when your not.
Tomorrow you'll lay aside your jump rope and tie up the telephone lines
and that little boy that used to push you in the mud; well, he'll fight to
sit out a dance with you. The clock is countin' the minutes for you and
the sky upstairs is savin' it's brightest stars;- and the sun is waitin'
with it's shiniest day.
Oh I, I can't expect you to live in a doll house forever. Sooner or later,
the butterfly sheds it's cocoon and the smallest bird must try its wings.
But when you grow up and out of my arms; when you finally get too big for
my shirts, I'll still recall how you used to scatter dust and dolls and
partially through ev'ry room in the house; but you spread sunshine too.
The dust has settled, your mom picked up the dolls;- but the sunshine will
always fill the corners of our hearts.
So, here I am talking to you in your sleep, because, well if you saw this
look on my face, you'd laugh and if I spoke with this lump in my throat,
I'd cry. Yea! honey when I looked at you tonight you were a Sleeping
Beauty. So, I tiptoed over and I kissed you- you didn't wake up, I knew
you wouldn't. According to the legend only the handsome young prince can
open your eyes and I'm just the father of the future bride.
So you sleep on pretty thing, tomorrow you'll be a young lady and you
won't even realize that you've changed courses in the middle of a dream.
But you might notice a little change in me; I'll look a little different
somehow. a little sadder, a little wiser, but a whole lot richer. Tonight,
I kissed a princess and I feel like a king.
>This is an oldie from the 60's by Jimmy Dean. I have been searching
>high and low for the lyrics and have had absolutely no success at all.
>Hoping someone can help me out here, provided anyone even knows who
>Jimmy Dean is. My age is showing. Thanks a lot. Chris
Know who he is, yes. (Jimmy had a little better luck with
BIG BAD JOHN (#1), whereas TO A SLEEPING BEAUTY only made it to #26.)
Unfortunately, I can't help you with the lyrics - but you might want
to try searching under the name Jackie Gleason. Jackie Gleason was
the first to record the soliloquy (in 1957). For the Jimmy Dean
version in 1962, it mentions that the background music is "Memories".