Lyrics

A Northern Rivers breeze where the sea meets the land,
Lives a man with white hair and a really dark tan.
Seventy years and a heart full of grace,
Sun on his back and a smile on his face.

He once sold the valves that let rivers flow free,
Now he’s casting a line, just his rod and the sea.
With Clare by his side and their story well-told,
In a caravan rolling down highways of gold.

[Chorus]
No treasure to measure, no fortune to chase,
Just the joy in a laugh, and a warm, quiet place.
With five hearts he’s raised and four more that shine,
He’s rich in the ways that don’t show in a line.
Success isn’t money or titles or fame—
It’s the love that you leave when they speak your name.

[Verse 2]
There’s Justin and Rose, Scott, Christy and Brendan.
He's watched them grow, with a heart full of pride.
Josh, Lucas, Addy and River—now by their side.

Boston is loyal, Duke and Cleo run fast,
Shadow and Cohen—all part of his past.
He hikes through the bush with the fire of youth,
Still cracking a smile at a crossword’s truth.

[Bridge]
He looks like Hulk Hogan, but goes by Pa.
Falls asleep with a book, or under the stars.
Action films blazing, a drink in his hand,
Happy hour at dusk, just ‘cause he can.

He’s lived through the noise and the silence between,
In the quiet, he found what real riches mean.

[Chorus]
No treasure to measure, no fortune to chase,
Just the joy in a laugh, and a warm, quiet place.
With five hearts he’s raised and four more that shine,
He’s rich in the ways that don’t show in a line.
Success isn’t money or titles or fame—
It’s the love that you leave when they speak your name.

[Outro – softly, joyfully]
So cheers for his birthday, let us all raise a glass.
Seventy years, done with such class.
The castlines and puzzles, the hikes and the fire,
He’s built up a life that won’t ever expire.

And when stories are told of the love he has sown,
They’ll say “He was rich—in the home he has grown."