Fifteen

Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
Fifteen birthdays have come and gone.
Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
And the years roll on and on.

Fifteen New Years, fifteen vows,
All have had their say.
Fifteen times I’ve felt the joy
Of another Christmas day.

Fifteen times I’ve woken up,
To freshly fallen snow.
Fifteen fires burning bright,
How many more, I do not know.

Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
Fifteen birthdays have come and gone.
Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
And the years roll on and on.

Fifteen times has summer died,
And Autumn took its place.
Fifteen school bells and fallen leaves,
Fifteen dresses trimmed with lace.

Fifteen breezes fill the air,
With the pleasant smoky smell.
Fifteen sunsets a burning red,
How many more, I cannot tell.

Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
Fifteen birthdays have come and gone.
Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
And many more to come.

Fifteen flowers Spring has brought,
Fifteen birds have sung.
Fifteen smiles on children’s faces,
As they greet the returning sun.

Fifteen snowdrops greet the world,
And fifteen rain clouds form.
Fifteen lions become fifteen lambs,
And thunder calls out fifteen storms.

Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
Fifteen birthdays have come and gone.
Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
And many more to come.

Fifteen summers of burning feet,
On pavement or on beach’s sand.
Fifteen children go out to play,
As sunlight heats the land.

Fifteen stars shine just for me,
And fifteen fireworks blaze.
Fifteen canoes glide ‘cross the lake,
In the summer haze.

Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
Fifteen birthdays come and gone.
Fifteen years and fifteen candles,
And the years move slowly
On and on.