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