TO MY WIFE
BONNIE O’NEAL EMERSON
Our enchanting years of pleasure, dear, are speeding all too fast,
As our ever-fleeting joys become blest mem’ries of the past.
Heaven’s blessings, glad and golden, strew with bliss the paths of life
Our enchanting years of pleasure, dear, are speeding all too fast,
As our ever-fleeting joys become blest mem’ries of the past.
Heaven’s blessings, glad and golden, strew with bliss the paths of life