Like the lantern on a tree
Your burden bright as weary be.
Periwig on parakeet,
You're God's great paramour and sweet.

I'm happy, I'm happy
Your birthday brings a pardoning.
I'm happy, I'm happy
You're like a bird that will not be.

Yours will number, yours will be
A paragon a Paraclete.
Keep your bed warm, keep your humor,
Keep your proverbs short and sweet.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry
That life is anxious, life is mean.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
A pair of shoes is what you need.

I'm happy, I'm happy
Your birthday brings a pardoning.
I'm happy, I'm happy
You're like a bird that will not be.


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Happy Birthday Lyrics as written by Sufjan Stevens

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    A paramour is an illicit lover, correct? Sufjan definitely loves that topic... Mistresses I mean. Kind of annoys me. I think this underlying reason why I could never really get into him.

    apocarteresison November 24, 2010   Link

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