The poet sings. Click below and to the right to listen to “Where Oh Where Did My Little Girl Go” — Words, music, vocals, and guitar strumming by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024
I’ve got a daughter With moonlight in her soul With sunlight in her heart And noodles in a bowl Today she’s 17 And I am 59 Somewhere in between There seems to be a line Between the young and old Between the sea and sky Between silver and gold Between her life and mine Where oh where Did my little girl go? Where oh where Did the river flow? She is the blood of my blood A mystery from me She is a ship out on the sea Powerful and free I watch her from my lighthouse I watch the weather change I send her coded messages And she sends back the same To say hello I love you In the morning and the night I’m flying high above you And all will be all right Where oh where Did my little girl go? Where oh where Did the river flow?
This hit hard, Jonathan. I have a little girl myself who I selfishly wish would stop growing. We always say something like, "as you get older time flies by at a faster rate," but there is no faster time than that of watching your children grow. It both excites and deeply hurts my heart to think of my little girl as 17, almost out of the house and trekking through the world "alone." I say, to be a parent is one of the greatest and most f'd up gifts ever! Also, these four lines absolutely nailed it: She is the blood of my blood / A mystery from me / She is a ship out on the sea / Powerful and free. Very well done, Sir.
I can really relate to this, both my daughters are in double digits now. I'm constantly trying to decode the messages. Beautiful to listen while reading. Have you played it for her?