Katy - Tom Paxton

Oh, I have a little daughter, and my daughter’s name is Kate

And she’s every bit mischievous as a kitten on a skate

With a bandage on her forehead and the bruises on her knees

You would swear she’d fought with buccaneers on all the seven seas

For its up the stairs and down the stairs and in the room and out

Like a miniature tornado, she can blow the house about

Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye

And that’s my Katy, little lady, and I love her

Now you might have heard of miracles, you might believe in saints

But you’d never believe my Katy when she’s playing with her paints

For there’s red upon the window and there’s green upon her face

On the wall, In her hair, but on the paper, not a trace

When she’s in her room and quiet, and there comes a little calm

You develop the sensation that you’re sitting on a bomb

Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye

And that’s my Katy, little lady, and I love her

My Katy loves her games, you know, and thirty times a week

I find myself dragooned into a game of hide-and-seek

So I found myself in closets, under beds I quietly creep

And I wait for thirty minutes till my brain has gone to sleep

Yes I sit there in the closet and it seems like half a day

Till I find a friend has come to call and Kate’s gone out to play!

Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye

And that’s my Katy, little lady, and I love her

Now, you might have heard of daddies who would dote upon their girls

Who get wrapped around their fingers by the tossing of the curls

Who respond to hugs and kisses till there’s nothing they wouldn’t do

Don’t you ever believe a word if it, it simply isn’t true

For I’d only jump the moon for her, I’d only jump the sea

For the hugs I get to give her and the kisses she gives to me

Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye

And that’s my Katy, little lady, and I love her