Well, you ole saggy assed tortoise, I don't know whether it was all them cute lil beating hearts or your own tough, lovable self that inspired me; but, here's a lil song I wrote jus' fer you . . . ya buggah ;-)

It's In His Heart
(words by Áine Cooke)

How do we value a man, after all?
Why do we love him, and answer his call?
Oh, where do we look for the mark of his worth?
Or the reason that he is here, walking this earth?

It's in his heart,
It's in his heart,
There's no other place to start,
It's in his heart.

Can you sum up a man by the coin that he holds?
Or whether he's young, whether he's old?
Have you ever pondered the compass that guides
him to follow the straight path, wherever it lies?

It's in his heart,
It's in his heart,
There's no other place to start,
It's in his heart.

(Bridge)
Oh, look in his eyes, they're bright and they're true,
No matter what colour, they're looking at you,
And what do you see, when you look deep inside?
A man full of love, honour and pride.

It's in his heart,
It's in his heart,
There's no other place to start,
It's in his heart,

It's in his heart,
It's in his heart,
A soul that cannot be torn apart,
It's in his heart.

I love you, 'Spaw -- Áine