Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She’s on her tiptoes at the window
Pink socks sliding on the floor
Blonde hair tangled in the morning
Four years old
Asking for more
Blue eyes wide as Sunday
Pointing at the passing train
“Daddy
Where’s the sky go?”
Then she laughs and runs again
[Chorus]
Oh June
My June
You grow between breakfast and noon
One day you’re holding my finger
Next day you’re dancing in your own shoes
Oh June
Sweet June
Every room changes when you move
I’m learning how to be a man
Just by loving you
[Verse 2]
She lines her crayons on the table
Tells me which ones I can use
Says
“You draw me with a rainbow”
But all I see is simple truth
She climbs up in my sweatshirt
Sleeves fall past her tiny hands
“I’m big now
I can do it”
Still she needs me when she can
[Chorus]
Oh June
My June
You grow between breakfast and noon
One day you’re holding my finger
Next day you’re dancing in your own shoes
Oh June
Sweet June
Every room changes when you move
I’m learning how to be a man
Just by loving you
[Bridge]
Sometimes I see the years ahead
First day of school
First broken heart
I feel the future in my chest
And hold you closer in the dark (yeah)
If I could keep one moment true
It’s your blue eyes looking through me
[Chorus]
Oh June
My June
You grow between breakfast and noon
One day you’re holding my finger
Next day you’re dancing in your own shoes
Oh June
Sweet June
Every room changes when you move
I’m learning how to be a man
Just by loving you
[Outro]
She’s on her tiptoes at the window
And I’m standing right behind
Trying to memorize my little girl
Before the world arrives
Style
warm acoustic folk ballad with male vocals; gentle picked guitar and soft upright bass under the verseslight brush kit entering on the first chorus. subtle piano doubles the hookwith a small lift in the bridge using layered hums and low harmonies. intimateclose-mic vocal; arrangement swells slightly each chorusthen settles on a tenderhushed final line.
Prompt
Write a song about a little girl named June. Who’s four years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, and have it sang by a man from my father’s point of view.
Credits
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AcousticSpider732
AcousticSpider732GeneratedMar 6, 2026
ModelAria v5
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