Girls:
When you walk down the aisle all the heads will turn,
What a rustlin' of bonnets there'll be.
And you'll try to smile, but your cheeks will burn,
And your eyes'll get so dim you can hardly see.
With your orange blossoms quiverin' in your hand,
And you'll stumble to the spot where the parson is,
Then your finger will be ringed with a golden band,
And you'll know the feller's yours,
And you are his.
Carrie:
When I marry Mister Snow,
Girls:
What a day
Carrie
The flowers'll be humming with the hum of bees,
Girls:
The birds'll make a racket in the churchyard trees.
Carrie:
When I marry Mister Snow.
When you walk down the aisle all the heads will turn,
What a rustlin' of bonnets there'll be.
And you'll try to smile, but your cheeks will burn,
And your eyes'll get so dim you can hardly see.
With your orange blossoms quiverin' in your hand,
And you'll stumble to the spot where the parson is,
Then your finger will be ringed with a golden band,
And you'll know the feller's yours,
And you are his.
Carrie:
When I marry Mister Snow,
Girls:
What a day
Carrie
The flowers'll be humming with the hum of bees,
Girls:
The birds'll make a racket in the churchyard trees.
Carrie:
When I marry Mister Snow.
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