Golden fingers …. She’s the one, the one with the golden
Touch…..We love her so much.
Such quick golden fingers…. Beckoning us to come into
Her musical score…. Where we want more.
It’s of note, fifty great years we say.
There’s no music Mary Ann cannot play,
For the keys see her hands and get ready to go…
They float along and flow these….
Golden fingers …. Mary Ann, we’re grateful it is your niche,
With perfect pitch.
It’s of note, fifty great years we say.
There’s no music Mary Ann cannot play,
For the keys see her hands and get ready to go…
They float along and flow these…..
Golden fingers… Mary Ann, we’re grateful it is your niche,
With perfect pitch.
These years are gold; you’re not that old.
Your gift God holds; these years are gold.
Your gift God holds; these years are gold.