When are you most happy? Happiness. Ah, the bliss Of grandchildren little Who fuss and fiddle. They leave me breathless When they're restless. Such precious days. My heart's always Happy in their wake, For goodness' sake!
When are you most happy? Happiness. Ah, the bliss Of grandchildren little Who fuss and fiddle. They leave me breathless When they're restless. Such precious days. My heart's always Happy in their wake, For goodness' sake!