Her Daddy's Resting Place

We took the long road to the border, a five hour drive
And she talked about her Daddy, when he was alive
It had been nearly ten years, since she held his hand
But the love that he taught her, still lived in his daughter
Now a grown woman

At the small town she called home, near the Canadian side
I could see her live the memories, that she held inside
She was her Daddy's little girl, his love still lit up her face
On this Memorial weekend drive, to her Daddy's resting place

Memorial weekend was the first time I realized the power of love
I saw it in her face, felt its warm embrace, sent from Heaven above
Though he was gone, his love still lived on
I held her hand in mine, knew love for the first time
At her Daddy's resting place

And when she heard Dean Martin on the radio
She cried, "That's Daddy's favorite song"
And she pulled the dandelions from his grave and said,
"He'd hate these on his lawn"

Though I never met the man, I know his promised land
Is not far from this here world
Cause I swear I saw him standing there
Watching over his little girl

Memorial weekend was the first time I realized the power of love
I saw it in her face, felt its warm embrace, sent from Heaven above
Though he was gone, his love still lived on
I held her hand in mine, knew love for the first time
At her Daddy's resting place

I held her hand in mine, knew love for the first time
At her Daddy's resting place

Words and Music by Jack Weston
© 1997