There's a portrait of our hands wearing wedding rings
Surrounded by flowers on a blanket in the sand
Where the seabirds sing underneath the white puffy clouds
Where the road is empty and my angry thoughts are not too loud
There's an angel in a blue dress
Riding in my car
An angel in a blue dress lying right next to me
An angel in a blue dress, I must confess
She is my wife and she's an
Angel in a Blue Dress
We raised ought glasses took a chance and tempted fate
We lost our rings and cried a lot of tears
Still, you are my mate and you decorate each house
With your hands upon the guard rails in your glowing white blouse
There's an angel in a blue dress
Riding in my car
An angel in a blue dress lying right next to me
An angel in a blue dress, I must confess
She is my wife and she's an
Angel in a Blue Dress
The minister who married us is holding a rose
In our wedding pictures, he's got his arms around his wife
A long time ago that minister disappeared
But after sixteen years, my angel still guards me at night
There's an angel in a blue dress
Riding in my car
An angel in a blue dress lying right next to me
An angel in a blue dress, I must confess
She is my wife and she's an
Angel in a Blue Dress