Vincy (60's)

So like a blossom on a cliff side

Playing with a friendly breeze

Or a sunbeam bravely shining

Through the chilly shade of trees

So like a gay song of a wild bird

As she carries through the night

All the precious things of living

On into the morning light.

Never letting go of memories

All too precious to let go

Collecting new ones for tomorrow

To keep her present life aglow

Then there’s the sweet face of a baby

A toddler with an elfin face

Growing swiftly on through childhood

To a maiden’s sweetest grace.

All these thoughts and many more dear

Too precious for a tongue to tell

Comes to mind dear little Vincy

Our little girl we love so well

Dear God, the Father of all mortals

Guide her by your gentle hand

Be her shield and her fortress

As she travels through this land.

Composed sometime in the sixties

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