(Verse 1)
The sun dips low, a fiery kiss
On Papua's shore, where dreams dismiss
The hours that crawl, a weary pace
For a little princess in her special place
Atarah, tomba, with eyes so keen
Twenty-eight days, a long, long scene.
(Chorus)
Oh, Daddy's coming, she whispers low
Counting the sleeps, watching days go
Each star a wish, each moon a sign
For his return, across the long, hard line
From rotation's grip, the work is done
Soon in her arms, her rising sun.
(Verse 2)
Her tiny hands, they trace the pane
Imagining stories, again and again
Of jungles green and ocean wide
Where Daddy toils, with strength and pride
She draws him pictures, bright and bold
A hero's journey, a tale untold.
(Chorus)
Oh, Daddy's coming, she whispers low
Counting the sleeps, watching days go
Each star a wish, each moon a sign
For his return, across the long, hard line
From rotation's grip, the work is done
Soon in her arms, her rising sun.
(Bridge)
The phone call came, a voice so dear
"Just one more sleep, my little one, don't fear!"
A giggle rings, a joyful sound
Her world is spinning, joy unbound.
The bags are packed, the journey's near
Washing away each anxious tear.
(Chorus)
Oh, Daddy's coming, she whispers low
No more counting sleeps, no more watching days go
Each star a promise, the moon a gleam
His return, a cherished, waking dream
From rotation's grip, the work is done
Now in her arms, her rising sun.
(Outro)
The door swings open, a happy cry
Princess Atarah, reaching for the sky
In Daddy's embrace, secure and true
Twenty-eight days, finally through.