her birthday is coming up. tell me what you think
A memory gives a tangible link
to those before, and so we think
How can we stake our place today
It's what we do and how we say
How much we love, how much we care
Treat others nice, always play fair
Share a coffee, lend an ear
Listen closely to what we hear.
Hold a hand of those who fall
Grip it tightly, but most of all
Count all the things money cannot buy
You'll find yourself rich, and not ask why.
Teach virtue by living
Teach charity by giving
A legacy which threads from end to beginning...
Fond thoughts of friends, both old and new.
A chance for revival, a bond that is true.
A journey that's taken you through fantastic places
And brought you right here with smiles on our faces.
The sweetness is sweeter when paired with the tart
And mountains with labyrinths are not easy to chart.
But through all the valleys and highest of peak
They say that just living is not for the weak
So here's to a Nana who's made it this far
A lifetime of adventures made you who you are
Summers with sprinklers, winters with forts,
Pink toenails, fine gardens, and cheeky retorts.
Not one memory cuts it when I think of you
I have more than one million three hundred and two.
to those before, and so we think
How can we stake our place today
It's what we do and how we say
How much we love, how much we care
Treat others nice, always play fair
Share a coffee, lend an ear
Listen closely to what we hear.
Hold a hand of those who fall
Grip it tightly, but most of all
Count all the things money cannot buy
You'll find yourself rich, and not ask why.
Teach virtue by living
Teach charity by giving
A legacy which threads from end to beginning...
Fond thoughts of friends, both old and new.
A chance for revival, a bond that is true.
A journey that's taken you through fantastic places
And brought you right here with smiles on our faces.
The sweetness is sweeter when paired with the tart
And mountains with labyrinths are not easy to chart.
But through all the valleys and highest of peak
They say that just living is not for the weak
So here's to a Nana who's made it this far
A lifetime of adventures made you who you are
Summers with sprinklers, winters with forts,
Pink toenails, fine gardens, and cheeky retorts.
Not one memory cuts it when I think of you
I have more than one million three hundred and two.