brass buttons

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

her comb still lies beside my bed

and the sun comes up without her

it just doesn't know she's gone

oh

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