You
Feel the Fortune of Your
Years
You
feel the fortune of your
years,
I hope. For all your children's
love
This day must bring you
happy tears
And thoughts that joyful
music prove.
I hope, for all your children's
love,
There is an island, be
it small,
And thoughts that joyful
music prove
Beyond what years you
may recall.
There
is an island, be it small,
Amid the passions of the
sea,
Beyond what years you
may recall,
Where you in silent grace
can be.
Amid
the passions of the sea,
This day must bring you
happy tears.
Where you in silent grace
can be,
You feel the fortune of
your years.
©Nicholas
Gordon