Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes

                                Warm evenings pale mornings bottle of blues

                                         And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

                               Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes

                      My mind was young until she grew

                             My secret thoughts known only by a few

                    It was a dream much too real

                        To be leaned against too long

                           All the time I think she knew

                          Her words still dance inside my head

                        [bad word] still lies beside my bed

                    And the [bad word] up without her

                         It just doesn't know she's gone

                        But I remember everything she said

                               Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes

                                Warm evenings pale mornings bottle of blues

                                         And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

                               Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes