My Baby Loves to Dance

As could only be written by the father of a little girl:

My baby loves to dance,
she loves to spin around
She’s only two feet tall
but I don’t mind at all
She hears a song in every little sound.

My baby loves to move
She settles on my chest
She doesn’t stay for long
A moment, then she’s gone
She’s off to find another heart to bless

And the leaves were turning gold and brown
And people came from miles around
To see her when she came to town

And then I turned and walked outside
And stood beneath an autumn sky
And felt a season falling
And a new one taking flight

My baby loves me so
She loves me as I am
She lifts her little hands
Her wish is my command
I’ll pick her up forever if I can.

– Andrew Peterson/Randall Goodgame, My Baby Loves to Dance, from Slugs, Bugs, and Lullabies