On my wedding day They only rang a single bell No witness came You had me all to yourself A willow veil and gown of long leaf pine instead of lace An embroidered train endowed with twines of every muted shade.
On my wedding day Fronds of fern were flower girls Their dresses frayed And the rice replaced with earth Love was my only journey until the dark swallowed me whole Now no one will return me to your door
On my wedding day Limbs of trees strained to receive Forget-me-not bouquets Though many called them wreaths But of all the seasons Winter always tells the fewest lies And on snowy days I'd slowly fade in folds of bridal white
Can a love start in a bloodless heart Can it shelter my life in its shade Will no one tell me why I was fated to die On the night before my wedding day?
On my wedding night Beneath a waning moon I lay Still as an ammonite With thick coverings overlaid I dreamed we'd been surrounded by Peacock broods and damsel flies With lilies pressed upon my breast And silver in my eyes
On my wedding night I lingered long but lay alone No hint of morning light No dew upon the lawn There's a wilderness within these walls This box of cold unanswered calls Though desire lives on and survives the form, It won't ever feel the dawn.
Now my wedding gown Is on a scarecrow in a field Won't you take it down And lay it by my grave concealed Of all the seasons Winter always tells the fewest lies And on snowy days I slowly fade beneath folds of bridal white
Can a love start in a bloodless heart Can it shelter my life in its shade Will no one tell me why I was fated to die On the night before my wedding day?