Sixty nine is fine my dear
Because sixty eight's now late.
The seventies are far away and
We can never know our fate.

So, rattle the bars and locks, my dear
Defy the laws of time,
You're still that precious girl I saw
Back in eighty nine.

Grasp well the spear, take up the sword.
Defy Time's wicked pace
You still have beauty in your eyes
You still have poise and grace.

Your charm, your openness, your love
Are like to a magic balm
That soothes the soul and calms the mind
And makes your love sublime.

Who cares that flesh and bone are false?
Who cares the mind will go?
Live on and love and be yourself
And the angel that I know.

Happy Birthday