(Difford/Tilbrook) 

  

There at the altar I held up my head 

The sun shone through the stained glass 

I thought of Jesus I thought of my friends 

The angels played on their harps 

Me in my suit which doesn't fit now 

Touched by the greatest feeling 

All of my family standing around 

Outside the bells were peeling 

Everyone happy but none more than me 

The ring upon her finger 

How the memory lingers  



Outside the cameras caught every kiss 

All covered in confetti 

Little old ladies looking on as if 

They had been made of jelly 

Along came the cars the ceremony through 

And off to the reception 

Where everyone stands in pink and blue 

A life long odd collection  



When wedding bells chime 

I think of the day 

When me and my 

When me and my bride 

Were given away 

The memory is vivid and strong 

But if I had a magic wand 

Would things have been the same 

Would I be nervous again?