There Won't Be a Wedding
Oh, there won't be a wedding
No, there won't be a wedding
I'll never see her in her wedding gown
For she wrote me a letter
Asking me to forget her
'Cause an old friend of hers came back in time
I walked down to the quiet little chapel
Where tomorrow we'll be joined as man and wife
And I stood there by the altar
Where the minister would stand
And I clutched her cold, cold letter in my hand
There's the door where I would enter
And the aisle in the centre
Where I'd see the bride I wanted all my life
I can hear the music playing
And I can hear the preacher saying
Do you take this one to be your wedded wife?
But there won't be a wedding
No, there won't be a wedding
I'll never see her in her wedding gown
Lord, please help me to forget her
For I'm leaving You a letter
On the altar by her golden wedding band
But there won't be a wedding
No, there won't be a wedding
I'll never see her in her wedding gown
For she wrote me a letter
Asking me to forget her
'Cause an old friend of hers came back in time
Autor(es): B. Smith, J. Smith
