You were standing by your mamma, you were just
A little girl,
Backwards' the wind takes my thoughts' Into what
You as a small
Child could be, a little girl named Barbara Jean.
In you lives, still this dreaming young spirit that
The wind and time has carried you, such a wonderful
Here to where you still wander and dream, you!
You are just days' older, every day one day older
Stand you still do as always your mamma watches
Not there was I for each of your childish birthdays,
Mo not yet,
Fore all the ones' you would celebrate would bring us
I believe In my wishes and dreams' that you are younger
With much love from a son who says' thank you to a girl
Named Barbara Jean.