Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My dress is waiting by the door
White lace folded on the chair
You fixed my hem with steady hands
Like you knew I'd need you there
You taught me how to stand up straight
How to laugh when I would shake
Now I watch you bite your smile
And I see the love you make
[Pre-Chorus]
I was small in your old truck
Bare feet on the dash
You drove me through my broken days
And never asked me back
[Chorus]
Daddy, hold my hand
Don't let go just yet
You were my first home
I'll never forget
Daddy, hold my hand
While I say "I do"
Half of my heart is yours
And always will be, too
[Verse 2]
You danced with me in kitchen light
When the power went out one night
You made a castle from a sheet
And chased away my fright
You taught me how to choose my words
How to leave with grace
Now I'm walking to my future
With your eyes in my face
[Pre-Chorus]
I was small in your old truck
Bare feet on the dash
You drove me through my broken days
And never asked me back
[Chorus]
Daddy, hold my hand
Don't let go just yet
You were my first home
I'll never forget
Daddy, hold my hand
While I say "I do"
Half of my heart is yours
And always will be, too
[Bridge]
If I start to cry, let me
I won't hide this glow
You gave me a kind of love
That made me know
I could walk into this world
With my shoulders wide
And if I tremble at the door
You'll still be by my side
[Final Chorus]
Daddy, hold my hand
Don't let go just yet
You were my first home
I'll never forget
Daddy, hold my hand
While I say "I do"
Half of my heart is yours
And always will be, too
Daddy, hold my hand
One last little while
Then I'll turn and see your face
And carry your smile
Style
ballad with tender piano arpeggiosslow breathing pulseintimate close-mic female vocalssparse verse-to-chorus risesoft string pad bloom in the chorusa brief stripped bridge with room tonegentle pedal swells and delicate high-note chimes between lineswarm and tearful intimate mixballaddeepslow
Prompt
A tender piano-and-voice ballad, intimate and sparse: a daughter's deep affection and gratitude to her father on her wedding day; slow breathing tempo, tearful warmth.
Credits
Prompt byZona
GeneratedJun 17, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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