Today as you turn 70,
I rejoice in the stroke of luck, 
I had when I first saw you, 
Drive up in that old milk truck.

“Who is that?” I asked them,
My thoughts all in a-whirl;
“Why that,” they all informed me,
“Is Mrs. Cousins' girl.”

And that, my dearest Gwenda, 
Is the day that changed my life:
And I could ask for no one better,
To have as my own dear wife.

Oh we have had our rough times,
But we have seen them through;
And we have had our good times, 
Well, maybe just a few.

But you have stood beside me.
Through the troubles, sickness and strife;
And I’m here to tell you now,
That, to me, you’re the perfect wife.

You have borne us two fine children,
And through your tender care
They have given back to us, 
A pride that we both do share.

As poor health now encroaches,
I know we will see it through;
And be thankful every morning,
We have seen the past night through.

And as we now grow older,
I thank the Lord above;
For all your tender care,
And the gift of your sweet love.

So now, my very dearest girl,
At this stage in my life,
The greatest treasure that I have, 
Is you, my darling wife.