Sixty years together. One song about him.

Verse 1

Nineteen eighty nine, an office and a desk,He borrowed my stapler, forgot to bring it back,That was thirty years of borrowing my things,And somewhere in the middle he took my heart as well.

Verse 2

Quiet man, steady hands, never one for fuss,He'd fix the leaking tap before we noticed it was gone,Every worry in this house met its match in him,Sorted quiet in the shed, never made a show of it.

Chorus

Here's to Mark at sixty, still the same old thief,Still got my patience, still got my stapler too,Sixty years of quiet love and things I'll never see him fix,Just like fifty nine, love, but with better wine.

Verse 3

He never says much, he just gets it done,A hinge, a heart, a bill that needed sorting out,I used to watch him working, never asked him twice,Whatever needed mending, he was already there.

Chorus

Here's to Mark at sixty, still the same old thief,Still got my patience, still got my stapler too,Sixty years of quiet love and things I'll never see him fix,Just like fifty nine, love, but with better wine.

Bridge

Thirty years of borrowing, and I never once complained,You kept the small things close to you, and kept me close the same,No plans, no fuss, no big surprise, just you the way you are,That's all I ever wanted, right here, this far.

Final Chorus

Here's to Mark at sixty, my quiet, steady man,Still holding all my patience in that borrowed hand,Same as fifty nine, love, that's all I need from you,Just pour the better wine now, and I'll sit here with you.