There’s a doll in the window of the Fairendale store.
Her pretty blue gown hangs down to the floor.
A ribbon ties up her silky blonde hair,
But she looks so sad from the frown that she wears.

Adorning her neck is a single white pearl.
Her face, like an angel’s, is framed by her curls.
She’s dainty and fragile, the way she stands there,
But silent and lonely; you can see in her stare.

Someone needs to need her; someone needs to care.
Someone needs to take her home
And love her daily there.
You see, she’s very lonely.   Been standing there awhile.
Behind that plate glass window, 
She’ll never learn to smile.

There’s a girl at the window.  She’s there everyday
To long for the doll, to take her away.
But the price on the doll – ten ninety-five – 
Has been out of her reach since she’s been alive.

She’s already named her, Lexie Lynn,
And she’s made her a bracelet and a tiny gold pin.
The shopkeeper watches the unique love affair,
Between the girl at the window and the doll who needs care.

Seasons pass by, and the doll is still there.
Her faded blue gown is almost threadbare.
The shopkeeper’s old, and his shop will soon close.
Then a woman comes by for the doll that she chose

Many years in the past when she was so little,
For Lexie Lynn who’s now looking brittle.
The shopkeeper grins as she enters the store,
Knowing the doll will be lonesome no more.