By Harry Bolman

He’s a fair weather devotee;
loves it when the sky is blue.
Wants forever to be beautiful,
Wants to always love you.

So happy when the weather’s right
loves the colours of the dawn.
Wants the view to be forever,
Loves it when the days are warm.

Loves it when he walks the night
the air so clear and still.
Loves it when the star’s are bright,
reach them from the hill.

Wants to always be happy;
carries that smile everywhere.
Hopes he doesn’t offend you,
Prays you’ll always be fair.

Prays his wife will always love him,
and his children will always care.
Prays his love for God grows stronger,
and he’ll never lose his hair!