Katy （Live At the Marquee Club, London） - Tom Paxton
Oh I have a little daughter and my daughter's name is Kate
And she's every bit mischievous as a kitten on a skate
With a bandage on her forehead
And the bruises on her knees
You would swear she'd fought with buccaneers
Upon the seven seas
For it's up the stairs and down the stairs
And in the room and out
Like a miniature tornado she can blow the house about
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye
And that's my katy little lady and I love her
Now you might of heard in miracles
You might believe in saints
But you'd never believe my katy
When she's playing with her paints
For there's red upon the window
And there's green upon her face
On the wall
In her hair
But on the paper not a trace
When she's in her room and quiet
And there comes a bit of calm
You develop the sensation
That you're sitting on a bomb
Take an angel with the devil
In the twinkling of her eye
And that's my katy little lady and I love her
My katy loves her games
You know a thirty times a week
I find myself dragooned into a game of hide and seek
So I find myself in closets under beds I quietly creep
And I wait for thirty minutes
'Till my brain has gone to sleep
Yes I sit there in the closet
And it seems like half a day
'Till I find a friend has come to call
And kate's gone out to play
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye
That's my katy little lady and I love her
Now you might have heard of daddies
Who would dote upon their girls
Who get wrapped around their fingers
By the tossing of the curls
Who respond to hugs and kisses
'Till there's nothing they wouldn't do
Don't you ever believe a word if it it simply isn't true
For I'd only jump the moon
For her I'd only jump the sea
For the hugs I get to give her
And the kisses she gives to me
Take an angel with the devil
In the twinkling of her eye
That's my katy little lady and I love her
Take an angel with the devil
In the twinkling of her eye
That's my katy little lady and I love her