[female
vocals] (
Upbeat
drum
fill,
bright
brass
fanfare)
Yeah,
yeah
Forty-six
years,
baby
And
the
light
is
still
shining
bright
Listen
to
the
rhythm
of
my
heart
I
remember
the
terminal,
the
buzz
of
the
crowd
Gatwick
airport,
the
speakers
were
loud
I
was
lost
in
the
transit,
just
drifting
through
time
Then
I
saw
your
face
and
I
knew
you
were
mine
A
faithful
encounter,
a
stroke
of
the
stars
Better
than
fortune,
better
than
cars
I
walked
up
to
you
with
a
heart
full
of
prayer
And
thank
the
good
Lord
for
the
grace
that
was
there
Oh,
Iranmiran,
my
life,
my
pride
and
joy
Every
day
with
you
is
a
gift
I
enjoy
Forty-six
seasons,
the
winters
and
springs
You’
re
the
melody
tucked
in
the
songs
that
I
sing
My
sweet
Iranmiran,
my
heart’
s
guiding
light
Everything’
s
golden,
everything’
s
right
We
built
us
a
castle
on
foundations
so
true
Watched
the
world
change
while
I’
m
watching
you
You’
ve
been
my
anchor
through
the
roughest
of
seas
And
still
brought
the
honey
to
bring
me
to
ease
Through
all
of
the
laughter
and
all
of
the
tears
I’
ve
cherished
the
journey
of
these
forty-six
years
No
map
in
my
could
show
me
the
way
Like
the
love
in
your
eyes
at
the
start
of
the
day
Oh,
Iranmiran,
my
life,
my
pride
and
joy
Every
day
with
you
is
a
gift
I
enjoy
Forty-six
seasons,
the
winters
and
springs
You’
re
the
melody
tucked
in
the
songs
that
I
sing
My
sweet
Iranmiran,
my
heart’
s
guiding
light
Everything’
s
golden,
everything’
s
right
They
say
that
time
flies
when
you’
re
having
the
fun
But
we’
ve
only
started,
we’
ve
only
begun
From
that
Gatwick
arrival
to
where
we
stand
now
I’
d
make
every
promise,
I’
d
take
every
vow
Again
and
again,
yes,
I’
d
choose
you,
my
dear
For
another
long
lifetime,
for
year
after
year (
Soulful,
bright,
melodic
guitar
solo
over
Hammond
organ
chords)
Oh,
Iranmiran,
my
life,
my
pride
and
joy
Every
day
with
you
is
a
gift
I
enjoy
Forty-six
seasons,
the
winters
and
springs
You’
re
the
melody
tucked
in
the
songs
that
I
sing
My
sweet
Iranmiran,
my
heart’
s
guiding
light
Everything’
s
golden,
everything’
s
right
Forty-six
years,
baby
Still
my
pride
and
joy
Just
like
that
day
at
the
airport
You’
re
my
everything
Iranmiran,
I
love
you,
love
you,
love
you (
Horns
fade
out
with
a
joyful
staccato
punch)
Yeah,
here’
s
to
forever