Here's one I wrote for my daughter, when she graduated high school and was getting ready to go off to college.

I Hate To See You Go

Oh the leaves they are a turning and the weather's getting cold,
There was ice upon the car window today.
And the radio reported that the rain might turn to snow,
And the geese are heading southward on their way.
Oh, I think about this summer and all the fun we had,
Playing music at the festivals and shows.
And though I know its time for you to get out on your own,
Tracy, I sure hate to see you go.

When you were just a baby and I held you in my arms,
I marveled at the way your brown hair curled.
You would grab my finger with your tiny, little hand,
And I was the proudest daddy in the world.
It seems like only yesterday when you were just a girl,
And there were so many things you didn't know.
And now you're off to college and I am prouder still,
But Tracy, I sure hate to see you go.

    But go, and see what you must see,
    And so, become the woman you must be.

Like a little sparrow when it finally learns to fly,
The time has come to leave the nest so warm.
But you know your always welcome back whenever you decide,
Just to visit or to shelter from the storm.
So whenever you are happy, or feeling sad and blue,
Or when the northern winds begin to blow.
Just call me on the telephone and let me hear from you,
Cause Tracy, I sure hate to see you go.
Oh Tracy, I sure hate to see you go.