For my wife, on her 60th birthday

Fair she was when we were younger

My wife my love

And for her sweet lips I'd hunger

My wife my love.

Through the years her love still blesses

Her lips, her eyes, her lovely tresses

And with joy, her sweet caresses

My wife my love.

Love she has as deep as oceans,

My wife my love,

Beauty needs no paints or lotions

My wife my love

When I was in pain and sorrow

Then from her new strength I'd borrow

Till the promised new tomorrow

My wife my love.

Sons she gave me, strong and hearty

My wife my love

Here to celebrate her party

My wife my love

I can stand with you beside me

And my heart will sing inside me

Joy that one day God did guide me

To you my love.

Love was sweet when we were twenty

Beryl my love

Still in you I've joys aplenty

Beryl my love.

Forty years have passed so quickly

Never did our love grew sickly

So come kiss me sweet and sixty

My wife my love.

ãMalcolm Cowen 2008