Treasure Island

Jim O'Donnell

(That old my birth certs is expired / Glasgow)

My Wife 25 Years


Twenty four years are rolling passed
And the twenty fifth one is here at last
What to do we do not know,
I’m sure we will have fun were ever we go

Twenty five years has went so fast
And my love is going to last
Two lovely children you gave to me
And I’m as happy as can be

The young lady I new so long ago
She lived round the corner don’t you know
We married in August 79
When she walked down that aisle looking fine

With that lump in my throat and a tear in my eye
I will love this girl to I die
She lifted her vial to my disbelief
Oh what beauty lay beneath

So Twenty five years have passed
And she is still a beautiful looking lass
So I raise my glass to my beautiful wife
Who I will love the rest of my life


04 09 2003
Derby

Submitted: Sunday, March 01, 2009

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