cartwheels, carwheels, cycles, circles, round and round the seasons go.

Birth and laughter, giggles, dancing, learning faster as you grow.

Headaches, heartbreaks, homes behind you, reap the plants that life did soe.

Hold me closely, not too tightly, gentle, gentle, sweet, sweet beau.

Counting, Wanting, waiting, watching the sands of time disrobe

The hands sweep round the clocks face fast, but still too slow

The last of this and then of that on this side of the globe

Hand in hand we leave this land, slowly, slowly, sweet, sweet, beau.

Rocking, Rolling, Sometimes Falling,

You don’t fall down You’ve not yet won

You’ve moved the miles, you’ve come so far

By far the favourite son

I’ll stand by and look real Purty

Here’s to you now you’re thirty

Son of a gun!

I’ll love you till the end of time Happy Birthday Man of mine