If I could change one thing from the past,
This is what it would be,
There would be dancing at my wedding reception,
And we'd dance, my daddy and me.
The song that would play, "Cinderella",
About a girl who danced with her dad.
In daddy's arms he would whirl me and twirl me about,
Making my heart both happy and sad.
Happy for the joy of being his princess,
Knowing the depth of his love for me.
Sad because his little girl was a woman now,
All grown up and about to leave.
I'll never experience that dance with my dad,
The years have flown by and he's gone.
But sometimes I close my eyes and I dream,
I'm in daddy's arms whirling on.
Entered in Giorgio V's "Dancing With..." contest