June Bride
from Seven brides for seven brothers
Oh, they say when you marry in June,
You're a bride all your life.
And the bridegroom who marries in June
Gets a sweetheart for a wife.
Winter weddings can be gay
Like a Christmas holiday.
But the June bride hears the song
Of the spring that lasts all summer long.
By the light of the silvery moon
Home you ride, side by side
With the echo of Mendelssohn's tune
In your hearts as you ride
For they say when you marry in June,
You will always be a bride.
The day a maiden marries is a day she carries through the years
The Church is full of flowers, bridal showers all passe
Thegroom 's waiting at the altar, here comes the bride,
They're each promising to love and obey.
There's madness celebrating
Every bridesmaid waiting
Just to see which one of them will catch the wedding bouquet.
For they say when you marry in June,
You will always, always, always, be a bride.
In November, the snow starts to fly,
Piling up, ankle-high.
Come December, it's up to your knee,
Still a bride's a bride-to-be.
January, higher still,
To the parlor window sill.
February finds a drift
And the storm that seems never to lift.
March comes in like a lion, what else?
Still the snow never melts.
April showers will come, so they say.
But they don't, and it's May.
You're about to forget the whole thing,
All at once, one day, it's Spring.
from Seven brides for seven brothers
Oh, they say when you marry in June,
You're a bride all your life.
And the bridegroom who marries in June
Gets a sweetheart for a wife.
Winter weddings can be gay
Like a Christmas holiday.
But the June bride hears the song
Of the spring that lasts all summer long.
By the light of the silvery moon
With the echo of Mendelssohn's tune
In your hearts as you ride
For they say when you marry in June,
You will always be a bride.
The day a maiden marries is a day she carries through the years
The Church is full of flowers, bridal showers all passe
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They're each promising to love and obey.
There's madness celebrating
Every bridesmaid waiting
Just to see which one of them will catch the wedding bouquet.
For they say when you marry in June,
You will always, always, always, be a bride.
In November, the snow starts to fly,
Piling up, ankle-high.
Come December, it's up to your knee,
Still a bride's a bride-to-be.
January, higher still,
To the parlor window sill.
February finds a drift
And the storm that seems never to lift.
March comes in like a lion, what else?
Still the snow never melts.
April showers will come, so they say.
But they don't, and it's May.
You're about to forget the whole thing,
All at once, one day, it's Spring.
Cute :)
ReplyDeleteI am anxious to see who my partner is this month.
Great theme, you guys! Thank You!!!!!
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