(Difford/Tilbrook)
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There at the altar I held up my head
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The sun shone through the stained glass
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I thought of Jesus I thought of my friends
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The angels played on their harps
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Me in my suit which doesn't fit now
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Touched by the greatest feeling
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All of my family standing around
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Outside the bells were peeling
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Everyone happy but none more than me
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The ring upon her finger
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How the memory lingers
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Outside the cameras caught every kiss
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All covered in confetti
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Little old ladies looking on as if
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They had been made of jelly
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Along came the cars the ceremony through
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And off to the reception
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Where everyone stands in pink and blue
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A life long odd collection
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When wedding bells chime
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I think of the day
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When me and my
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When me and my bride
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Were given away
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The memory is vivid and strong
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But if I had a magic wand
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Would things have been the same
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Would I be nervous again?
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Wedding Bells
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| Squeeze |
