She wore blue, blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than May, her tender sighs
Love was ours

She wore blue, blue velvet.
That's all I remember from that night.
The fading sun shines, shattering down on her,
a velvet voice pulls in the sky.

She wore blue, blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars

Soft was the hair of such royalty,
and those who met her loved her lies.
They dreamed of blue, blue velvet,
dreamed of grandeur and starry nights.
Beauty turns heads while lush ball gowns sweep 
through the door.

Ours, a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow of
Blue velvet

To any other, she is beautiful,
not a flaw within their sight.
Her gathering gaze did enthrall them all,
her voice tied them with a bow.

But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm a memory, through the years
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears

I see a human, a lonely soul in pain,
one with sharp hands and wiry hair,
and I still see past her velvet, after all these years.  

She wore blue velvet
But in my heart, there'll always be
Precious and warm a memory through the years
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears

I see my sweet love, simple,
wearing blue velvet,
and I am the only one who knows.