Sunlight coming through the clouds,
sunlight,
blue skies,
sunlight in which I wait,
I wait for you to run into my arms,
and you hold out both hands,
and in the bright sunlight I lift you up upon my shoulders,
and you try to grab the sun one handed,
and we walk, and you giggle at the sun,
and we are happy on holiday,
as far away from stress as can be,
and you have an ice cream in one hand,
and you point at the sky, and ask it why it is so blue,
and then you ask me too, and I say I do not have a clue,
but maybe God bought some paint and got it half price,
and you giggle and laugh,
and you drip ice cream on my head,
you drip ice cream on my head you do,
and we walk along the beach with you upon my shoulders, as the sea breeze blows upon us,
and you sing a happy song and I join in too,
and it is a truly memorable day with my daughter,
as the sea rolls back and forth gently,
and we are as calm as can be,
and far away from home and on holiday,
and singing happy songs as we walk along in the sunshine,
and with you upon my shoulders,
you drip ice cream onto my head you do,
you drip ice cream onto my head you do,
and I laugh,
and we are as happy as can be,
walking,
and talking,
making sandcastles and swimming in the sea,
and we are as happy as can be on holiday,
on holiday by the sea.