Her first dress was mauve,
The cost, a very good deal,
With her make up done nice
And her first pair of pretty heels.
Dancing with a date,
Her known life lover,
His thoughts romantic,
Her thoughts in hover.
He leads the way,
To both dance and door,
With a fading street lamp,
Her first kiss galore.
Her second dress was Ivory,
With her her self done a bliss,
This wasn't their first,
But their best kiss.
This time he leads,
His vows wrote down in a letter,
That happened, now their dancing,
In her heels, this time a bit better.
Her last dress was Black,
In the wind it goes swoosh,
She didn't let herself,
But others emotions are loose.
Her hair isn't done up,
Not like the others,
His thoughts are gone,
Hers still in a hover.
She isn't wearing heels,
She can barely stand,
The bagpipes are crying,
All about the land.
Shivers gave Scotland the Brave,
Amazing grace brought her tears of joy,
But she still had to listen,
To her losing her own Danny Boy.
Her first dress was Mauve, her second Ivory,
Her last was Black,
Even though she wishes it a thousand times,
To youth they can never go back.