How old are you daddy

I know you won't tell me

But you can't stop me from wondering

Where are you now

How goes your day

And is your had sporting silver or grey

What are you like

Who could you be

'Cause I have imagined a kindly old man

Of at least ninety three

'Cause what would I think

If I knew who you were

On my own I can only surmise

But if we could meet

It would lift my heart so

'Cause I'd know the colour of your eyes

From the desk of Mr Jervis Pendleton

Dear Jerusha

I've been meaning to write to you

For quite some time

But with no success

It felt rather dishonest writing to you as Jervis Pendleton

When all your letters were being written to me

As daddy long legs

So I put it off

I shouldn't have done

But I did

Your discovery of my connection to lock Willow

Has made a confession all the more necessary

But I still don't know whether to write to you

As Jervis telling you I'm daddy

Or daddy telling you I'm Jervis

Either way

I feel I shall be a terrible disappointment to you

What can I say

What would make sense

I've made a mess of things

At your expense

My little deceit

Is haunting me now

And all I want is to tell you the truth

But I just don't know how

'Cause what will you think

When you know who I am

When you've seen through my foolish disguise

And how can I manage to soften this blow

When you know the colour of my eyes

I am in agony

Guessing what you might do

Once you find out

I have thoroughly lied to you

Will you forgive me

Or break my heart promptly in two

Daddy I am all grown up

'Cause PS it's late

And I can't get to sleep

As I think of the hurt in your eyes

I'm so impatient oh

'Cause what will you write

When you find out I'm me

And you see the colour of my lies

When will I see

It's the colour of shame

I'm completely to blame

But I can't let you go

'Cause I know

The colour of your eyes