Standing tall at the altar
Waiting to take my vows
I saw you arrive
Held my breath and said wow
In your silk lace and pearls
And a bridesmaid or two
At long last I got you
To say I do
Your father stood proudly
And gave you away
Forever in marriage
With me you would stay
I knew that with you
I would spend all my life
And always be proud
To call you my wife
Chorus
Your dress was your Grandma's
My suit was on hire
My boots were my brothers
And my heart was on fire
I remember the men
All scrubbed and in suits
Flirting with girls
And smoking cheroots
I look at you now
In your old rocking chair
Workworn hands
And a wisp of grey hair
Smiling I notice
Behind your blue eyes
That the girl I married
Is still there inside
Chorus
© Richard Makinson
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I absolutely love this great write! How very lucky that girl you married is! This piece has a little of everything. It's beautiful, incredibly sweet, a little bit nostalgic, and has a slight tinge of humor. Wonderful!