Вступление
I asked a little boy to call his daddy
He said he couldn't and sighed
And when I asked him what was wrong
Here's what the little boy replied
My Daddy is only a picture in a frame that hangs on the wall
Each day I talk to my daddy but he never talks at all
I tell him all of my secrets and all of my little plans
And from the way he smiles at me I know he understands
The angels took Daddy to heaven when I was just going on three
But I'll bet they never told him how blue and lonesome we'd be
I try to cheer up my mommy when the tears roll down her face
My daddy is only a picture but I'm trying to take his place