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All They Do Is Count The Years


So my laddie`s thirty-nine
Working hard and doing fine.
Worried `though about his age
Guess he`s just got to that stage.
Thinks he`s getting on a bit
Because an extra candle`s lit.
Oh my son, my precious lad
Growing older`s not so bad.
Count your blessings one by one
Every year they mount up son.
You are young my laddie still
Time to do all that you will.
Age is just a state of mind
And I think that you will find
If you realise what`s good
Always doing what you should
Life is just a lovely game
Getting older holds no shame.
Have a happy day today
Be young and find some time for play
Birthdays should not bring the tears
All they do is count the years.







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