The sun is dipping ever lower
As age makes it's clarion call
To go just that little bit slower
The leaves are beginning to fall;
But you are at the sunrise
The very threshold of the day
Not yet the need to be wise
As we carefully prepare your way;
In the bandstand your dances
Revel in this extended moment
Celebrate the treasures of life's chances
Which we so carefully foment;
We wish for your dreams to be collected
In your hearts where no troubles can mar
Our love within you forever protected
When a memory is all that we are.
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