Blue lace, her gown was blue lace
She wore the promise of springtime and laughter
Daybreak, we talked till daybreak
Without a warning of what might come after
Her touch was velvet, I still can feel it
That one brief moment that ended in space
Sometime in mid-December
I hear the music, the echo of springtime laughter
All day I see the old days
When I’d seen the young girls in blue, blue lace
Her gown was blue lace, such lovely blue lace
Her gown was blue