Brass buttons green silk and silver shoes
warm evenings pale mornings bottle blues
and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
brass buttons green silks and silver shoes
my mind was young untill it grew
my secret thoughts known only by a few
it was a dream much too real
to believe again too soon
and all the time i think she knew
her words still dance inside my head
her comb still lies beside my bed
and the sun comes up without her now
it just doesn't know she's gone
and i remember everything she said
brass buttons green silk and silver shoes
warm evenings pale mornings bottle blues
and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
brass buttons green silks and silver shoes