Same Old Dress Will Do

Bring on the magic of that old fashioned love and turn your rags to riches
Oh when we come we’re gonna bring out the sun and roses from the ditches
Our wedding march is the song of the lark and the trees lean in to listen
Flora, fauna, laid out before you, the way is paved with wishes

And here comes my girl, all dressed in promise
She takes the old world and she makes it brand new
It’s hard to believe she’s making me honest
But darling I do

We can have Sunday, they’re gonna give us July, my song’s the invitation
The sons and the daughters, the blood and the water, old friends and new relations
This wedding ring is the best I could bring but it can’t be worth an apple
Flora, fauna, laid out before you in bright confetti dappled

And here comes my girl, all dressed in promise
She takes the old world and she makes it brand new
It’s hard to believe she’s making me honest
But darling I do
Don’t wear nothing new, the same old dress will do
And the sky of ancient blue will be our witness
Don’t think nothing blue, there’ll be days I’ll cry with you
But today the clouds are few, the wind is with us

And here comes my girl, all dressed in promise
She takes the old world and she makes it brand new
It’s hard to believe she’s making me honest
But darling I do, I do
Here comes my girl, all dressed in promise
She takes the old world and she makes it brand new
It’s hard to believe she’s making me honest
But darling I do, darling I do