A Birthday Message Alone I sit and all at once I hear Sweet music drifting through the air to me, That charms and touches sweetly on the ear; Yet when I look there's no-one I can see. But yet I know whose song this has to be, For none can ever be compared to you. Your presence is a song itself to me That lingers softly – ever thus to do. Yes, your infectious smile invades us all, And calms us when our lives no longer rhyme. Your laughter doth unhappy times forestall, With love that helps us through our troubled times. A soul more full of life I've never seen, Nor e'er can hope to see now you're fifteen. Copyright © 1975 Alan John Branford
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