She watches the weather broadcast
And thinks- With this wind and all
The ship must be moving fast
And winks to the rugged doll
She throws into the sea
Leftovers of dinner bread
So next year there'll be here
Plenty of fish instead
She creeps out of house in the night
And waits for the star to fall
She claps for the moving light
And wishes and squeezes her doll
But then she sees in the hall
A man, who's hair's so black
She smiles to the rugged doll
And whispers: My daddy is back