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Robert Harrison
Guest
WHEN WITH THE MAN YOU MARRIED, YOU'VE SPENT FORTY YEARS ON EARTH,
AND YOU'VE SHARED YOUR LIFE TOGETHER, WITH IT'S SADNESS AND IT'S MIRTH.
WHEN YOU'VE HAD FOUR LOVELY CHILDREN, AND HAVE WATCHED THEM GROW SO TALL,
AND HAVE HAD TRUE GOSPEL TEACHINGS, THEN YOU'VE REALLY HAD IT ALL.
THO' THE ROAD YOU'VE WALKED TOGETHER, HAS BROUGHT HAPPINESS AND PAIN
FOR THE LOVE YOU'VE SHARED TOGETHER, YOU WOULD DO IT ALL AGAIN.
FOR THERE'S NOTHING THAT YOU WOULDN'T DO TO SHOW HIM THAT YOU CARE,
WHEN AT THE END OF EVERY DAY, YOU HAVE HIM WITH YOU THERE.
THERE'S NOTHING REALLY NICER, THAN HIS HAND WITHIN YOUR HAND,
AND THERE'S NO ONE ELSE YOU'D SWAP LIFE WITH IN ALL THIS BLSSED LAND.
ANN
MY PERFUMED GARDEN
I LOVE
THE PERFUMES OF A GARDEN WHEN EVENING STARTS TO FALL,
THE JASMIN AND THE HONEYSUCKLE WHICH LIE THICK UPON THE WALL.
THE FRANGIPANI AS IT SENDS IT'S PERFUME ALL AROUND,
THE ROSES AND THE NIGHT SCENTED STOCK THAT WITH SWEET SCENT ABOUND.
THE SWEET PEAS NODDING BONNETS FILL THE AIR WITH PERFUME PALL,
AND I SIT UPON THE BENCH AND SHARE THEIR BEAUTY WITH THEM ALL.
ANN
TO BOB
YOU SIT AND WRITE YOUR POEMS MY LOVE,
OF LAKE AND TREE AND TURTLE DOVE.
OF ELFIN AND OF ROMAN HOARD,
BECAUSE IT STOPS YOU GETTING BOARD.
YOU'VE TRIED THEM OUT ON ALL WHO'LL LISTEN,
AND WONDER WHY THEIR EYES DO GLISTEN.
IS IT MIRTH OR IS IT GRIEF,
OR IS IT SIMPLY DISBELIEF.
YOU TRY YOUR BEST WE KNOW YOU DO,
WE LISTEN 'COS WE ALL LOVE YOU.
ANN
AND YOU'VE SHARED YOUR LIFE TOGETHER, WITH IT'S SADNESS AND IT'S MIRTH.
WHEN YOU'VE HAD FOUR LOVELY CHILDREN, AND HAVE WATCHED THEM GROW SO TALL,
AND HAVE HAD TRUE GOSPEL TEACHINGS, THEN YOU'VE REALLY HAD IT ALL.
THO' THE ROAD YOU'VE WALKED TOGETHER, HAS BROUGHT HAPPINESS AND PAIN
FOR THE LOVE YOU'VE SHARED TOGETHER, YOU WOULD DO IT ALL AGAIN.
FOR THERE'S NOTHING THAT YOU WOULDN'T DO TO SHOW HIM THAT YOU CARE,
WHEN AT THE END OF EVERY DAY, YOU HAVE HIM WITH YOU THERE.
THERE'S NOTHING REALLY NICER, THAN HIS HAND WITHIN YOUR HAND,
AND THERE'S NO ONE ELSE YOU'D SWAP LIFE WITH IN ALL THIS BLSSED LAND.
ANN
MY PERFUMED GARDEN
I LOVE
THE PERFUMES OF A GARDEN WHEN EVENING STARTS TO FALL,
THE JASMIN AND THE HONEYSUCKLE WHICH LIE THICK UPON THE WALL.
THE FRANGIPANI AS IT SENDS IT'S PERFUME ALL AROUND,
THE ROSES AND THE NIGHT SCENTED STOCK THAT WITH SWEET SCENT ABOUND.
THE SWEET PEAS NODDING BONNETS FILL THE AIR WITH PERFUME PALL,
AND I SIT UPON THE BENCH AND SHARE THEIR BEAUTY WITH THEM ALL.
ANN
TO BOB
YOU SIT AND WRITE YOUR POEMS MY LOVE,
OF LAKE AND TREE AND TURTLE DOVE.
OF ELFIN AND OF ROMAN HOARD,
BECAUSE IT STOPS YOU GETTING BOARD.
YOU'VE TRIED THEM OUT ON ALL WHO'LL LISTEN,
AND WONDER WHY THEIR EYES DO GLISTEN.
IS IT MIRTH OR IS IT GRIEF,
OR IS IT SIMPLY DISBELIEF.
YOU TRY YOUR BEST WE KNOW YOU DO,
WE LISTEN 'COS WE ALL LOVE YOU.
ANN
