If Your Father Were Here

Come on, Charlie
Don't you want to make a wish?
I only have one wish
Oh, Charlie

If your father were here
He would say "That one's Mars"
He would hand you the Moon
And then he'd bought all the stars
I would say, "Brush your teeth
Is that dirt behind your ears?"
But you'd be dreaming if your father were here

If your father were here
You would not be in bed
You'd be acting out the stories
From the books that you've read
He'd be walking the plank
Of Charlie Bucket Buccaneer
You'd be sailing if your father were here

And If wishes were horses
We could gallop away
And if cabbages were watches
I would know the time or day
Ah, but all we can offer you
Are dreams in every size
So close your eyes, Charlie Bucket
Close your eyes

If your father were here
He would banish the cold
I can still feel his laughter and the hat I would hold
As I'm watching you grow
Inch by inch, by inch, by inch
I would thank him if your father were here

Well, if you won't make a wish Charlie
Then I'll make one for you