Hard contemporary folk and acoustic rock
Story behind the song
A song I wrote for my darling daughter
Lyrics
Its Claire
Who’s this I see
Looking up at me?
With her arms spread wide
And her eyes
Smiling up at mine
Is this a dream?
Could this be real?
Am I so blessed
To have this child
In the rag torn dress
Chorus (x 2)
Its Claire bear
She’s running around in a dream world
Wind in her hair
Its Claire
She’s running around in a dream like
She hasn’t a care
Playing with her friends
Painted face and nails
Loves to change her clothes
My sweet child
Take your time to grow
Cuddled up each night
With a toy held tight
Tucked in her bed
With sweet dreams
Running in her head
Chorus (x2)
Like she hasn’t a care
