© 1982
Written for Scott Hardy, son, age 8 months
Baby born on a summer’s night
Why do you put up such a fight
Don’t you know that your daddy cares for you?
Screaming into the world that way
Will give me a headache many a day
Don’t you know that your daddy cares for you?
Hold my finger with your hand
And dream of the sandman with his sand
Don’t you know that your daddy cares for you?
Stretch your hands to the coming morn
And thank your stars that you’ve just been born
Don’t you know that your daddy cares for you?
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