Happy birthday, my dear friend, today the sky is yours;
candles write our secrets in vanilla-scented Morse.
Every year you sparkle, louder than the champagne stars;
I’ll wrap this simple chorus in the ribbon of my heart.
Blow the wishes outward, let them orbit through the night;
they’ll boomerang with sunlight, dressed in every dream in sight.
Laugh until the cake cries tears of joy along the knife;
you’re the proof that time is gentle when we sing another life.