In the gold of an ordinary morning,
you taught me how the quiet can be kind.
Every road I ever found my way on
started somewhere in your steady mind.
You never needed thank-yous or the credit,
you just showed up, year after year, the same.
Half a life of love and you don't say it,
but I learned the whole world from your name.
So here's to you, here's to the years,
the laughter and the love that got us here.
Fifty summers, and you're shining still,
the brightest light I'll ever know.
Happy birthday, Dad,
this one's from me to you.
You carried more than you ever told us,
made it look easy when it never was.
Every late night, every promise spoken,
every reason that I am because.
And if I turn out half the man, or kinder,
it's the quiet way you led me there.
Fifty years of you, my whole life's anchor,
and the steady hands that taught me how to care.
So here's to you, here's to the years,
the laughter and the love that got us here.
Fifty summers, and you're shining still,
the brightest light I'll ever know.
Happy birthday, Dad,
this one's from me to you.
If I could fold a lifetime into music,
I'd play it soft and let it say the rest.
No words could ever hold how much I love you,
so I'll just say: of all of them, you're the best.
So here's to you, here's to the years,
the laughter and the love that brought us here.
Fifty summers, and you're shining still,
Dad, you're the brightest light I know.
Happy birthday,
this one's from me to you.
(With love, Maya)
