
I've been rehashing this lyric I wrote at my brother's wedding last August for my grandparents. I haven't found music for it yet. I'm working on it. Thought I would repost it here. (It was posted on my blog last year around the time I wrote it.)
Anyway. Tell me what you think of it... and what needs to be changed.
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The story began so long ago
I remember her telling me
Of when they first met
How she married him in a little blue dress
because of the magic
When they first kissed
New love stories begin
As old ones fade away
But how I wish the old ones would stay
50 sum years ago
Began so long ago
Long years at the factory
Making sure they were fed
And tucking little girls in bed
Telling the love story
Of how they first met
And how she looked in that little blue dress
New love stories begin
As old ones fade away
But how I wish the old ones would stay
All wrinkled and worn
They sit there in the pew
Listening to the vows I make to you
And a few years from now
I’ll tuck a little girl in bed
And tell her of the day
I married you
In this little white dress
Because of the magic
When we first met
New love stories begin
As old ones fade away
But how I wish the old ones would stay
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