Do you take this man, do you take his hand Do you take this man, do you take his hand
And the bride wore blue, with turquoise on the top For this was the day, when her loneliness would stop And the hand that she held, in sorrow and in joy Was soft and tender like the small hand of a boy
And the choir did sing, in harmony with love And the smile upon her face, was a smile from up above
Do you take this man, do you take his hand Do you take this man, do you take his hand
And the bride wore blue, with turquoise on the top For this was the day, when her loneliness would stop And the hand that she held, in sorrow and in joy Was soft and tender like the small hand of a boy
And the choir did sing, in harmony with love And the smile upon her face, was a smile from up above
Do you take this man, do you take his hand Do you take this man, do you take his hand