Not a Bride

Dressed in white lace A beauty is she, She'll be all alone Though she'll try not to be. She thinks she's a bride Of a man on the sea, But a bride with no Wedding cannot be. She climbs up the stairs When the day becomes night. She stands by the altar 'Neath the candlelight, Mem'ries of his death In her mind she will fight, and she only believes Everything is alright. Dressed in white lace A beautiful bride Only on memories Her life does ride And from reality Her memory does hide She doesn't remember Her sailor has died.