It's wedding day, wedding day!
Wedding day six months too late
How you gonna lie, tired and grey
In the bed you've made?
Mother fixed me up a marriage drawer
Silks and sheets and jewellery
All half filled 'fore I was four
And ritually shown to me
What a fine thing it is, to be a wife! To be a mother
What a fine thing it is to love another! (Always in these binds
I find her words still often come to mind)
1 Corinthians 7:2
Don't give what you can't afford to lose
But in the end I didn't choose
For there to be a war
It's wedding day, wedding day!
Wasn't meant to be this way
Him on necessary leave
And me grown strangely overweight
What a fine thing it is, to be a wife! To be a mother
What a fine thing it is to have a lover gone to war
And a babe ripe to be born
And your own mother sobbing cruelly
Over silks and sheets and jewellery
Bethan Le Mas - Wedding Morning Lyrics
Bethan Le Mas - Wedding Morning Lyrics
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It's wedding day, wedding day!
Wedding day six months too late
How you gonna lie, tired and grey
In the bed you've made?
Mother fixed me up a marriage drawer
Silks and sheets and jewellery
All half filled 'fore I was four
And ritually shown to me
What a fine thing it is, to be a wife! To be a mother
What a fine thing it is to love another! (Always in these binds
I find her words still often come to mind)
1 Corinthians 7:2
Don't give what you can't afford to lose
But in the end I didn't choose
For there to be a war
It's wedding day, wedding day!
Wasn't meant to be this way
Him on necessary leave
And me grown strangely overweight
What a fine thing it is, to be a wife! To be a mother
What a fine thing it is to have a lover gone to war
And a babe ripe to be born
And your own mother sobbing cruelly
Over silks and sheets and jewellery
Wedding day six months too late
How you gonna lie, tired and grey
In the bed you've made?
Mother fixed me up a marriage drawer
Silks and sheets and jewellery
All half filled 'fore I was four
And ritually shown to me
What a fine thing it is, to be a wife! To be a mother
What a fine thing it is to love another! (Always in these binds
I find her words still often come to mind)
1 Corinthians 7:2
Don't give what you can't afford to lose
But in the end I didn't choose
For there to be a war
It's wedding day, wedding day!
Wasn't meant to be this way
Him on necessary leave
And me grown strangely overweight
What a fine thing it is, to be a wife! To be a mother
What a fine thing it is to have a lover gone to war
And a babe ripe to be born
And your own mother sobbing cruelly
Over silks and sheets and jewellery
Writer: Bethan le Masurier
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